they tell me monsters hide under my bed
but they are wrong,
monsters aren't under my bed,
they are all around me,
in the people I leave behind,
in the people I meet,
monsters aren't the ones with
long teeth and sharp nails,
they come in the form of everything I fear
and everyone I never wanted to encounter
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Tattletale || Poetry
PoésieTattletale// a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others should I speak or should I not a million words inside my head yet I cannot voice them out promise me you'll listen and then I'll tell you everything started 01/08...
