Under the Witch's Hat

They call me goth,

they call me emo,

or just plain “weird.”

I know what I am

and I am me.

Under the witch’s hat I wear

I see a girl selling herself

for the pleasure of others.

The black brim shadows this

haunted face of mine.

 

Is it Halloween yet?

The night of

mischief and mayhem?

The outcasts of the world

feel so alone in their dark hearts.

Under the witch’s hat you see

shadowing a haunted face,

these eyes see the pain of the world

It’s not easy being me.

 

You don’t want to see

what’s under the witch’s hat.

Author's Note

Now this? This was fun to write. :) Halloween is my favorite holiday.