The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters were
inside my head.I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.

YOU ARE READING
things said and done.
Poetrysome of my poetry is in this, it's not a book. Most of the poetry in this book is from my depression phase.
monsters
The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters were
inside my head.I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.