So many things,
I think of.
So many ways,
To kill.
I hate how the sun sets,
And how the moon rises at day.
I hate how that peson teases me,
I hate how the others join in.

Hate is a powerful word,
Hate can be hate,
As long as Death,
Has a date.

So many people,
Are here.
So many weapons,
To choose.
Being fake,
Isn't in my style.

People think I'm insane.
People think I can weild a knife,
I can.
And just because I'm a child,
Doens't mean you well.

To understand my point,
Think of it like this.
It's Halloween,
A holiday.
This year,
I'm a normal teenager.
My face mask is a smile.
My costume is a dress.
The only differance here is,
Halloween never ends.

Halloween never stops.
But if it does,
You'd better run.
I skilled with dangerous toys,
Like,
A jack hammer,
A chainsaw,
An axe,
And a rope.

But-
It's still Halloween,
Masks On Everyone