I was always told monsters resided under my bed
I would squeeze eyes shut
And plug my ears
Hoping that would keep them away
But I heard them whispering to me
In the dark of the night
They stroked my hair
Oh, they seemed so nice
When I told my parents the monsters were my friends
They just laughed and said that there were no such things
I know they wanted to protect me
From the creatures that lurked
But the longer I let them be
The more they craved to make me another one of their handiworks
They began to shout in my ears and in my head
And I was left crippled, ears buzzing, I thought maybe I was dead
But then they would seem so sweet once again
And so I forgave them and continued to let them in
They painted me black
And clawed my body as I slept
But I always thought that they were my friends
And that they just had me in their best interest
I began to be strung up in their web
As they made me a picture of their perfect
One day, far too late, I realized that people were so wrong
As I tried desperately to fix my mistakes that I had made for too long
For I now realized that monsters, indeed, did not lurk under my bed
They had long ago began building their nest inside of my head
If only I had figured it out sooner
That when they asked me if I wanted to play a game
They did not mean a children's game that was kind
No, what they really meant is that they wanted to play around with my mind
This friendship, as they usually do, ended up in pain and
I know now that my friends had never wanted to make me better for me
But for them
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poésiewords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
