I kept my hands over my eyes,
Afraid to look,
For the monsters were coming!
I could feel them breathing on me,
They strolled around in their pandemic ballad,
As I shut and locked my door.

I peeked between my pudgy fingers,
Only wanting a glimpse,
For the sight was indeed petrifying,
But I could afford a three second risk.
Oh no!
Why did I dare mien at the horror bestowed before me?
It’s time to hide in my room and never come back out.

I moved my hands but kept them ready.
I was told it was okay to get a glimpse,
For I was now a young lady.
But I was also a dragon slayer,
Ready to strike at any moment,
If anything dared break into my bedroom.

I kept my hands away from my eyes.
Seeing is believing,
And I believe,
That this world isn’t as scary as it seems.
Until you look at the monsters;
Until you look at yourself.
We stroll around in our pandemic ballad,
Spreading hatred like exhales of carbon dioxide.
We fight it,
Like children squirming away from their sibling’s tickling fingers,
But the contagion still spreads.

No longer can you cover your eyes.