You were yourself for Halloween that year.
Door after doorway, normals shrank away.
“Trick or treat!” you had no chance then to say—
And, anyhow, your silence was sincere.
There’s a repulsion that transcends mere fear—
And all around you then was on display
That writhing animosity. Dismay
Hung in the air as people fled, my dear—
And we were proud of you beyond the pride
Of parents. Now, alas, you’re fitting in!
The common man and woman, sleepy-eyed,
Perceives in your face nothing alien.
We’re telling you there is no cause to hide.
Being yourself can never be a sin.