Okay

I'm okay,
But that's not what they say.

They say I'm crazy, but I say 'no,
I'm just a little low.'

They raise and eyebrow,
That's okay, I'll get around them somehow.

Now, they know nothing about me,
But someday they'll see.

I'll show them,
I'll show him.

Then they'll understand,
And they won't demand.

Then I'll be free,
No more stinging bee.

Author's Note

Little more optimistic this time.