Monsters don't live under you bed,
Just in your head.
And that's the day I realised,
My life's a living nightmare,
Growing in my mind,
Every second as frightening as the last.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
