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Monsters

I used to cry because of the monsters 

that lurked beneath my bed. 

And now I laugh because I've grown a bit.

And I cry because of me.

I cry because I am too old to be feeling so alone

and scared

and little.

And then I laugh

I laugh differently than before, though, 

because I realize I am no older

I am no wiser

for the monsters are still there.

It's just they aren't underneath my bed.

 These monsters are inside my head. 

-s.g.