Is it the art or the artist
That is not good enough?
Why is it
That I only get praised for my art online?
Why is it
That I only get awards
When the judges don't know me?
Should I be defined
By how I look and act
When it comes to what I do?
Why is it
That I only get recognition
From the teachers who clearly like me
Even if I have straight As?
But I know why,
It's because of me.
And why is that?
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
I miss Halloween
Not because it changed
But I did
I miss going with my parents and my brother
And stuffing my face with candy
I miss meticulously planning out a costume
Death reaches his hands
Shrivels leaves
Rips them up
Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream
They've waited all year for Halloween
But this death is not a scary thought
In fact it's comforting
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