To Publish A Poem of your Own on Here:
the doors come down,
shutters are closed, curtains are drawn,
you seem to drown,
a choking comes inside you,
the world it shrinks away,
they jeer and laugh and hate you,
the cruel things people say,
Your nickname is freak,witch and monster
"You're twisted you nutter!" they cry,
your friends change and you can see it,
they change how they seem in your eye,
if they hate you and mock you,
your eyes start to burn,
pin pricks of tears from your soul,
you stumble and fall and then you will learn,
the bells of the leper will toll,
their faces turn ugly with fear and with hate,
turn around, turn away now and run,
you are a monster, this must be your fate,
be different be special for that's who you are,
Ignore all the thousands who damn you,
there are those who will love you like an angel or star,
You will be in a light that is true,
So run all you can from the evil and scum,
from the pain and regret and damnation,
there is always witchcraft and magick is fun,
and Wicca can be your salvation!
Tina
