The Usual
I walked through the hallways,
Their bitter stares
following me everywhere.
I opened my locker,
It’s dark fur walls,
My heritage standing tall.
It’s décor was sinister,
Talisman enriched.
But that was all you could expect from a witch.
They thought I was unusual,
They thought I was a scare
But all I had to say was that I never really cared.
They whispered when I passed;
So eerie, that’s who I was and am.
And what they thought- I never gave a damn.
My introduction;
My character;
My life;
In the beginning.
