The shadows,
creep on my bedroom walls.
They try to scare me,
with their sharp nails and blood red eyes,
but they never knew what I've been through.
They were nothing compared to what I've seen, heard and felt.
Thy were nothing compared to the monsters inside my head.
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POETRY?
Poetrygot hurt so bad that it made me a poet😃👍🏻 My first language is english but I'm not fluent in it😭 Please ignore if there is any mistakes
