YES, BUT I HAVEN’T ALWAYS BEEN
A long, long time ago
I used to love scary stories.
I’d tell them to others
With frightening ability.
I would speak of monsters
So horrible that they’d scare you
Almost half to your death.
They truly were terrifying!
HOWEVER
I used to laugh at them
And I’d call the others babies
But that, one day, was changed
When I realized that they were real.
‘They’, being the monsters.
The demons I had spoken of
Came out of their stories
And put me into a nightmare.
TERROR
Was all that I once knew
And all that I’d ever laughed at
Now it all torments me
Because monsters do not forget
And they want me to be
The Star in their scary story
…or perhaps, the victim
…I fear that it is the former…
DEFEATED
I tried to tell others
But they all think that I’m crazy!
So what then can I do?
I then vowed to kill my demons…!
…I tried, I really did…
But alone, I could not do this
Defeated I gave up
The ghosts and tried to end it all.
ME
And all that scary stuff,
We are not yet done with each other…
But now I live in here
with all the nice men in white coats!
And they stop the monsters
When they seem to be out for blood
With just a little poke
The monsters just vanish, like smoke.
