The Ending to all Means

Poem 4: Monsters

I hide under my bed

from the monsters

scratching at my walls

screeching at the top of their lungs

banging on my door

trying to get in

so I hide from my imaginary monsters

not understanding

“Why me?” I wonder

trying to hold my breath

hopefully they’ll leave

they tell me that the monsters will leave

but I can’t believe it

the monsters, overbearing

trying to get in

trying to flood my mind

leave me broken

I try to block them out

I really do

But… they’re so… strong

too strong

and now I think

“What will happen if I let my guard down

 Is it really that bad?”