Who’s Scared?
It’s Halloween, so I know they’re out there.
Like every year, in the shadows, waiting for me, ready to scare me.
Last few years I tried to go around. I ran SO hard, SO fast. But they almost caught me.
This year, mom wants me not to go.
But I’m going to.
I’m not scared anymore. I’m not.
The blade is cold and solid in my trick-or-treat bag.
I’ll show them who’s scared of who.
