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The Monster Under The Bed
The monster had lived there for as long as I can recall
So long I often forget to remember him at all.
When he shows up, he never does knock.
But rather he climbs inside my head, as if he belongs.
He leaves me in the dark, and leaves me weak.
He even takes my memories so that I can not speak.
In my mind, he is always with me, whether he resides under my bed
Or in my sleep, or in my head.
For the monsters don't live under our beds,
But they scream inside our heads.
