Hives
These revolting insects swarm the Earth,
Their busy hives, forever dominating,
But what are they here for? What are they worth?
And why does no one start exterminating?

The world would be better without their sting,
Their shallow ways hurt us all,
They cluster together in a selective ring,
And only respond to their selfish queen's call.

I do not fully understand,
Why they love her and follow her lead,
She isn't kind or just or grand,
She'll only take, consume and feed.

But her followers are secretly insecure,
She offers them status, popularity and friends,
Yet she makes their vulnerable vision obscure,
With material desires that follow her trends.

So the bugs do not realise that she's just the same,
Her own insecurities are made stable by bands,
It is only outsiders who can see through her game,
Alas, the power will always rest in their hands.

But who's truly happier: the aliens or hives?
Trapped in a hierarchy, they serve their queen,
While those uninvited lead their own lives,
The insects lose their identity to be forever unseen.

While their colours are bright and pretty to some,
They can't all be the belle of the ball,
And now I know that their time will soon come,
For their wings are punctured and they'll rapidly fall.

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Synopsis
I came up with the first line of this poem while observing some girls in my English class!! It's pretty much how I feel about popular groups in schools, particularly girls. I've always been an outsider, which now I when I look back upon it, I'm glad I was never one of them.
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