ten years ago, i turned off the light switch
and ran like the flash to my bed
sure that under the covers
the monster under my bed couldn't get me
and if i slept with the closet door closed
no creature of the night could come and attack me
now i know there were never monsters
under the bed
or behind the clothes
or hiding in the shadows behind my curtains
i also know that monsters aren't always
ten feet tall
with red eyes
and sharp claws
the real monster was never under my bed
it was lying dormant in my head
and maybe i don't wish the truth
on me ten years ago
because at least then
i thought i could run away
and that under the covers
safe i would stay
-i guess it was lying in wait
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longing personified
Poesíaa collection of poems about friendships, love, loss, and heartbreak. the perfect representation of the teenage experience.
