On the Accusing Insects

I'd like it if you could leave my garden, please.

I was having a fine day: warm, sunny, with a slight breeze. It was the perfect day for me to sit and do nothing. I thought of reading a book, but eventually pushed it to the side and leaned back to enjoy the sun. I relaxed. I calmed. I let the quiet in.

"You shouldn't have left the Marine Corps?"

A voice seemed to say while figuratively tapping me on my shoulder. I know I was alone, though. I hadn't i invited anyone else to the party. I saw nobody around, so I sighed and shook it off.

"Maybe you should have fought harder to keep him."

That voice again. Who was it? I was now leaning forward, picking at the grass. It was a fair assessment. I should have fought harder. I should have let him know he meant something, I should have...

Hold on. No. This was my day in the garden. This was not my day to feel bad about my past. Again, I sigh and shake it off.

"If you don't try harder, you'll never be happy."

That was it. I jumped up and wandered about the flowers. All I saw were leafs, green, flower petals, purples, yellows and...

Insects. It was the insects.

I'm so tired of these accusing insects invading my time of peace and quiet, and trying to bring me down.

"People are only attracted to you because you're easy," a ladybug called out. I smashed it.

"You're way too lazy to ever succeed. Why do you give up so quickly?" a spider asked. My shoe struck it from its web.

"Do you even think your mother loved you?" a bee had the audacity to ask. It's not firmly part of the dirt.

In total, I killed 104 bugs yesterday. I eventually lay on the grass, exhausted and in tears. The violence sapped me of my energy. The voices took away from my good day.

And I cried, because they didn't stop.