There's something under my bed
I can hear it moving
I don't know what it looks like
But I'm scared of it
There's something under my bed
It doesn't like bright things
I don't know if it's nice
But I'm scared of it
There's something under my bed
It likes darkness
I keep trying to feed it
Because I'm scared of it
There's something under my bed
It keeps moving more and more
I don't know what to feed it
I'm scared of it
There's nothing under my bed
I don't know where it's gone
I don't know how to feed it
I'm scared of it
There's something on my ceiling
I can't look up
I don't know what it's going to do
I'm scared of it
There's something next to me
My eyes are shut tight
It isn't moving, what is it doing?
I'm scared of it
There's something in my home
We've been getting along well
It's very polite
I'm not scared anymore
YOU ARE READING
tu vas dècaler
Poetryjust a collection of poems that ive written. feel free to read if you want. honestly its kinda turned into me just venting so feel free to not read.
