Every night I go to bed,
I am filled with dread.
From the monsters in my mind,
Who are not always so kind.,
I'm scared of their smile
Because they're so hostile.
Alway changing form,
Coming in like a storm.
They won't go away,
I think they're here to stay.
So it is best if I sleep,
For I'm in too deep.
- A.R
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Like a Dollhouse
Poetry'Like a Dollhouse' by Aralia Rose. This is just a mix of poems I've written that either mean something or they're just poems I've put together in a few minutes. Hope you guys enjoy :) copyright © 2017 AIvy-Rose
