Strangely Normal
What's strange to me,
Is no matter how hard I look,
I can't find monsters under my bed.
What's normal to me,
Is I'm always shook,
'Cause our monsters are in our heads.
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A Book Of Poems
PoetryOmg, you'll never guess what this story is about. I tried to make the title hint about what this is, but I hope it isn't too obvious. Poetry. It's a poetry book.
