Mystic

A witch is interested in my being without myself hearing or seeing.
It is behind my back as I get the flack, it took me time before I started believing.

In history they were burned, as I sit here the worm has turned.
I now realize, that deep down inside, It does what it has only learned.

It being full of destructive hate, it seems to be natural and innate.
With itself to despise, until it's demise, my awareness might be too late.