Poems For People Who Don't Deserve Them

M:S:G:D

There are no monsters under my bed,

skeletons or ghosts in my closet,

not even demons in the shadows. 

My monsters devour light,

they thrive off of every single ray of sunshine that dare try to touch my skin.

My skeletons are inside me,

aching and creaking like an abandoned house full of secrets,

while ghosts haunt my mind and follow me home from the bus station.

I hide from my demons behind the darkness,

where they cannot see my fear.

So please,

do turn off the lights.

Do not check under my bed,

and yes,

leave the closet door open.

They are my mote,
my kingdom,
and my army.

My childhood was filled with reassurance that there were no monsters,

skeletons,

ghosts,

or demons.

They are not what I fear.

No,

I do not fear what they can do to me.

I fear that they will flee when they see what I've already done to myself.