My Reality

They call me a witch?

    I call them curious.

They call me dark?  

    I know the pain of the light.

 I have no title, no desire to be called.

 I "self-mutiliate" but I am not emo.

 Definitions, names, labels; they weigh the bearer down.

 I have enough chains to deal with, I need no more.

 Emotionally and physically I have scars. I stay invisible, this is my content.

 Do I practice Dark Magik?  

 If I did it wouldnt be anyones business.

 Do I commit evil acts in the protection of the night?  

 My answer: Don't we all?

 Everyone points their fingers, whisper lies mixed with truths.

 Why do people care so much?

 They judge my ways, my thoughts, my religion.

 No matter what anyone says, they'll stay the same.

 If I harm myself, thats me.

 If I use dark spells, thats me.

 If I wish to remain to myself, that is just who I am.

 But call me what you wish, it really is no concern of mine.

 Hide in your seemingly perfect lives, wait for your world to break around you, meet  the true reality, then you will know my pain.

 The only difference?

 I won't care enough to judge...