Call it Cloud 9

monsters under the bed

when i was 12 i fell off my bed,
i cried so hard and my parents kissed my head,
i liked the attention so i fell down again,
not on accident but because i wanted it,

see its easier when you're tiny,
you get what you want all you gotta do is be a little bothering,
but when you're older it doesn't feel the same,
the fairy dust was always dirt and rust,

i miss the monsters under the bed,
they kept me up and gave me reason to whine again,
but as i got taller they crawled out from under there,
they found a new home now inside my head,
and now i cant sleep because they're always loud and so full of dread.

when i was a single digit i learned to ride my bike,
took a couple bruises to the knee but i treated it like a tumble from a hike,
i liked the feeling of concern it surrounded me with,
and now everyones too busy to bat an eye to any pain so i'll mourn all the bliss,

i miss the monsters under the bed,
they kept me up and gave me reason to whine again,
but as i got taller they crawled out from under there,
they found a new home now inside my head,
and now i cant sleep because they're always loud and so full of dread.

dear mr. skeleton at the back of my closet,
i dreamt of you so many nights,
once represented an old friend now a stranger and you didn't even wave back,
and to you scary shadow on the wall,
your red eyes pierced painfully at my once naive adolescence,
but now some nights i cant help but cry and ask myself if you grew in me and not that i outgrew you as they say,

so what if the monsters under the bed never left as we got older?
what if they're whats making us so spiteful of ourselves?
what if i'm always scared?