There's a monster under my bed
A monster on my closet
Living in my mind,
Laughing behind my back
Whispering bad things to me all the time
Oh, don't you know what I know?
Fuck you, monsters.
I'm not afraid of you.
For I'm the baddest of them all.
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Memories
PoesíaFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
