When I was kid
I was afraid of the darkness
The most of all
I couldn't close my eyes
Besieged by craziest fantasies
I turned the light on
And here I was: face to face with my nightmares
Now that I grew up(didn't expect to be alive at such age)
I have to let my fears go,
Grown up life is too boring to be afraid of monsters under your bed
But I have a secret
(My therapist calls it disorder but
I was always ruining the order)
I have a secret friend
He only comes at night
So I still sleep
with light turned on
In order not to miss him out.
YOU ARE READING
Why did you cry last night
PoetryWe all have our own reasons for the tears we shade when no one is looking. These are mine. But I turned them into poetry "Life imitates art" Lana Del Rey once said- Or art imitates life?
