There's a monster under my bed
Hidden just out of sight
My heart skips a beat
Every time she says good night
My eyes begin to close
But still my heart will race
Because before I sleep
I know I'll see her face
Up she crawls atop me
And out at her I peek
Crouching not an inch above
A tear rolls down her cheek
"Why do I exist?" she asks
"And will anyone ever love me?
What's the point of living
When life is oh so lonely?"
"It's dark and cold and sad down there
Always hidden away.
When, pray tell,
Will I ever see the light of day?"
"You push and push and push me down
And hide me underneath
A mask you wear just like a crown
That to me you'll never bequeath."
"So when,
Tell me,
Will you drop the façade
And finally let me free?"
"You're a sad,
Lonely little girl
With no sense of reality."
There's a monster under my bed
It's the most frightening thing I could conceive
And, to tell the truth,
The monster is really me.
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Ramblings Of The Delirious
PoetryA selection of generally pessimistic poems. WARNING: Some of this material may be triggering for those affected by depression, self-harm, or violence.
