The monster under my bed
I’m too scared to look,
And I wouldn’t dare fight back.
I don’t know what I did wrong
To possibly deserve this.
It just doesn’t make sense to me.
If I scream or cry out no one will believe me.
But if just sit here it won’t get any better.
Sometimes I don’t care.
We mind each other’s space.
We pretty much get along.
But then things go bad again.
I don’t like being alone with it.
I’m terrified of that face
Radiating with anger.
A part of my life once so simple
Is now so terrifying.
I know I shouldn’t be,
But I’m scared to death of
The monster under my bed