Monsters

When I was little I believed in monsters,

They were under the bed, in the closet, or even behind the curtain.

No matter what my parents said,

I was always uncertain. 

But as I grew older,

My fears only grew.

The monsters became real,

And they were disguised as people I knew.

I would shrink back,

All I would feel is fear.

I became hyper aware,

I figured that they were always near.

One day I had to face them.

It didn’t seem fair.

I lived my worst nightmare,

Yet no one seemed to care.

Now I lay here still in my bed,

As the darkness starts to engulf me,

I fear them coming, nothing eases the terror,

Not even my desperate pleas.

In the end, the truth is this,

Monsters are real,

And you can’t escape them.

But the real monsters,

They live in your mind,

Haunt your thoughts.

Try to get you to resign.

Luckily, we get to choose if they win.

And my monsters don’t get to.