The Horrid Truth
She is one that hurts
For she was one that was made
Fun of during this
Time of the year, Halloween
Was not kind to her, she hurts
A witch she’s just not
Nor is she a Frankenstein
She is not a bat
Nor a skeleton is she
She doesn’t fit in right now
Though all the other
Days of the year, she’s a freak
Different person
Nature has played a cruel joke
And she hurts from within her
So on the day at
Which she could fit in the most
She abhors with pain
For it just reminds her of
Her ailment, the horrid truth
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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