Little monsters lying on the bed,
whispering, laughing and mocking in her head.
Tiny ghosties floating in the air,
giggling, playing and pulling her hair.
"You're wrong."
"Stúpid, do something right!"
"I'm not satisfied, make it long."
"Weak, you can't even fight!"
Murmurs, laughters, whispers,
hands cover her ears.
Miseries, cries, teasers,
eyes sparkled with tears.
