there were monsters everywhere
under my bed when i was young
inside my closet while growing up
there were monsters lurking in the dark
on my left, running behind my back
there were monsters, i was afraid
so i cried myself to sleep
but now that i turned on the lights
they were all angels in disguise
they were me, they're all mine
YOU ARE READING
go going gone
Poetryanxiety. infatuation. depression. sex. disappointment. love. dejection. promise. i dont want to be categorized. paradoxical. it's a shame to attempt to understand how this works.
