For Haloween we put on a costume.

But what should I wear?

The Vampires cape?

Or the Witches hat, with her broom.

I never know who to be....

Am I the bride? Or am I the groom?

Am I the vicious monster?

Or the damsel saved from doom.

This trick of the mind, is not a treat, of any kind.

The confusion is painful, you may assume.

So.... on Haloween this year.

I will have no fear.

And I will let the real me bloom.

Naked I will be, I want the world to see.

I no longer accept conformity.

There might be some shock.

And me, you might mock.

And now that this has been said, 

Life can resume.

 

By J.D. Bardo