Poem: Monsters

Monsters aren’t under your bed

They are inside your head

Creepin’ on in

Before you’re noticin’

So small you can’t see

Smaller than a flea

As they begin to grow

That is when you know

Twisting what you think

To make you start to sink

Bringing you to the dark

Always making its mark

So don’t look under the bed

For they are just in your head

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