I remember once being afraid
Of a monster under my bed
To be reassured again and again
That it was all in my head
But sometimes in the dark of my room
I would swear to hear a sound
And I'd muster the courage to look beneath my feet
Where there was nothing to be found
And I was sure to catch a glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
Once again to look around and find
My mind had told another lie
But even now, though I'm older and no monster is to be found
I still catch myself sometimes
Looking all around
Though it may not be under my bed
But more in the corners of my head
And though I'm much older I'm still very familiar with the fear I used to feel
For over the years I've discovered
The creations of your mind can seem
Oh so real
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Depression At Its Best
PoetryThis is a book of poetry... honestly I can't really give a description for the fact that I write poetry based on what I'm going thru. Hopefully you like them and hopefully you can relate. Please please vote and comment♡♡♡
