The Witch Hunt

There’s a woman after me
She blames me for everything
Convinced I had a role to play
In nearly all of her dismay

She seems to live a double life
On social media she smiles
But behind close doors, she double checks
Before sending harsh words and making threats

Once the stone is thrown, she often hides her hand
And attempts to garner support from rather simple men
It’s a witch hunt, she seems to have started
Unfortunately, the witch is the one shooting darts here

So the people they gather to blindly be lead
As they embrace the witch hunt
To come after my head