The buzzing bee

You buzz into my ear, let me be. I'm choosing my own path, can't you not see? You ignore it, full out. All your jokes pointed at me ruins my self esteem. (5) Your a pest, a bee. For I hate Bee's. I hate you with burning passion. You leave me no choice, but to cry, cry, cry. Don't comfort me by your side. (10)You're the equivalent to the bottom of my shoe. Why should I celebrate all of you? All of you are pests, Bee's to be exact. I won't fall flat. I'm always doing something I swear to it.