How I Died [Selected Poem]

THE MONSTER

When I was a little and was a naive kid,

I had feared monsters.

I used to believed that monster do lives under the bed.

Will pulled off my feet when the clock strikes to 12.

Will haunted me until 3 am

And will eat me alive if I spend too much time on my ipad.

Time flew so fast and I left wondering,

Why I haven't seen any of these monster under my bed?

I always locked myself in my room

With the lights turned off, with the window's shuted and the curtains closed.

Stayed up even until the sun rises.

It continues for so many years.

But no monsters showed up.

My fears washed away, for no monster I see.

Because all this time, the monster has been me.