Hidden - Poem by Rachel Weaver
Halloween is coming
Put on the third mask
Maybe you'll look more like who you really are
Im not much of anything, but your not much of nothing
Your surrounded but your alone
I am just alone
But I can see your face
Its in the mirror, its on the floor, on the ceiling and behind my closet door
I dont want you here, leave my heart, leave my soul.
You dont care about me and I'm not sure I care about you anymore
When you go trick or treating this year dont bother knocking on my door.
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