The Uncertainty of Uncertainty

Buzzin', buggin' and whirrin' 'round me,/ Is a bumble's cousin like she's worried 'bout me./ Her intentions are a mystery/ And I act based on history...

But what's her story?

Maybe she's been hurt too, by men of my ilk./ Her eyes look glossy and her coat looks like silk./ Perhaps live and let live, do what thou wilt?/ But hunt or be hunted, kill or be killed!
Is it fair of me to be scared of bees,/ When some come to sting and some may care for me?/ I've been stung before and I'm still sore about it./ Now I keep my guard up and don't go out the door without it!
I think she hears my thoughts because she's getting frantic!/ She gets a little manic and here I start to panic!/ She's barrel rolling and trolling me until I'm dizzy,/ But that's not controlling me, that won't keep me busy!
Gotcha! I crushed her whole with my footwear!/ I revel in her death, I'm over the edge, I was pushed there!/ She's lifeless and the relief makes my heart sing!

Suddenly I feel the sharp electricity of a bee sting!

I guess you'll never know where pain will come from,/ Take preemptive measures and what's done cannot be undone!/ I destroyed something that might have truly saved me,/ Yet this cowardice disguised as bravery may never escape me!

Blue will always be blue/ No matter what you do./ But keep your point of view brand new/ And there you'll find the clue.