Maybe the monsters under our bed are simply monsters because we've made them so. Maybe they dontbelong there; anywhere but there.
Perhaps they come out in the midst of the night because theyre scared of the darkness; during the day the place beneath the bed poses to be cozy and so they hide under the bed during the day.
The monsters are simply childern; afraid. Perhaps they yearn for someone to show them the light themselves. A companion to face the world. Perhaps they latch themselves onto our minds and thoughts is so that we can show them to not be afraid. If we're afraid they will be afraid and latch on tighter and lash out.
The monsters beneath our bed are simply infants; crying in the darkness, waiting for companionship to show them how to function properly. Dont be afraid of them they are as mighty as you make them.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
