When I was little I was scared,
Scared of monsters under my bed,
Thinking they would rip open,
My tiny little head.
Darkness was not enjoyed,
For anything could be there,
I wouldn't open my eyes,
For I didn't dare.
I would run up the stairs,
Fast as could be,
To get away,
From what was chasing me.
According to the adults of the world,
I was just a kid,
And the things I would imagine,
We're nothing compared to what some did.
But the truth is I wasn't far off,
I had a right to be scared,
And of monsters too.
But what I didn't know,
Was that no matter the speed I ran,
Fast or slow,
Or if my eyes were closed or not,
The monsters I would always see.
For they were inside me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PuisiSometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
