On Halloween I’m haunted by angry words thrown my way, Ghosts of the past leave me in fear with NOTHING left to say ! Goblins chase away the good I WAS feeling about me, The fake mask of normalcy is what others will see. I seldom get out my broom or cackle with delight, Often I just disappear out of sight. I’m “batty” a good bit of the time, but rarely take flight; It’s true, I am well acquainted with the night. The trick is to treat myself to remember… tomorrow is a new day, I hope “ghoulish ” words won’t get in my way!