Pages of my heart :A literary journey

Monsters under my bed

I have a monster under my bed.
He wasn’t scary like the other things I know.
He was grumpy and sallow.
He thought he would scare me, but what if I scared him more?
He was alone
And he didn't know I was alone too.
So I take a step to get to know him more.
So we can be friends and tell him my secrets that no one knows.
And we can end up together, him and me, in this room.
But I find out that the monster has always been me in this room.