" What I Am "

Why do you hate me for what I am
I could cast a spell with a flinch of a hand
If I utter a word you don't comprehend
You call me witch
And burn me at the stake
They ring my bell at half past twelve
And run as fast as they can
For they know they are dead
One by one they fall down
Ha Ha Ha
They deserve to be dead
To laugh at my power
And stare at me on the street
I curse you all