I used to be afraid of the dark.
Of the monster under my bed.
Only now do I realize,
It's always lived in my head.
It was never in the basement.
Never in the closet.
Afraid that it would walk out,
I would always lock it.
But the only monster I know,
Is the monster I've become.
The one is acts really mean.
The one that is just plain dumb.
I hate the monster I turned into,
The monster I can be.
I'm no longer afraid of the dark,
But of the monster that is made of me.
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Love and Heartbreak Poems and Stories
PoetryI write poems about love, life, death, happiness... Anything really. I also write poems for people, and if you want me to write you a poem, inbox me and I'll inbox you the poem but I still receive the credit. Hope you enjoy! Yes, everything in this...
