eve

hallows eve

children sleep

in anticipation

for living the dream

dancing and taking

candy from strangers

no fear of white vans

or demons and ghosts.

we're one of them now,

one of the monsters

and we flaunt our identity

proud of the lie

we wear on our faces

never knowing fear

never knowing pain

never knowing what it's like

to truly be

an outcast.

thanksgiving day

a turkey shot

in anticipation

for a great feast

struggling against

the inevitable

gobbling up grains

only to be gobbled up itself,

existing to be eaten

to celebrate a day

that has lost its significance

after we made alliances

and then broke them.

honest friends with good intentions

and we lumped them together

into a single thing:

an outcast.

christmas day

tearing at wrappers

wondering why

our hoard has gotten smaller

why mommy and daddy look so tired

and why the lights

are burning out.

why does a holiday of joy and giving

leave some of us

feeling so empty?

maybe we gave too much

and recieved nothing.

next year,

i won't give as much.

i'll feel a little more full.

but i'll also feel like

an outcast.

i'll always be an outcast.