There’s a monster under my bed,
and it’s not a creature
with horns and three eyes.
It’s a reflection of me.
The monster is me.
And the girl on the bed
is my younger self,
staring down into the darkness,
terrified of what she’ll become,
wondering what monster
will crawl out of her.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 3:06 PM UTC
There’s a monster under my bed,
and it’s not a creature
with horns and three eyes.
It’s a reflection of me.
The monster is me.
And the girl on the bed
is my younger self,
staring down into the darkness,
terrified of what she’ll become,
wondering what monster
will crawl out of her.
I used to be scared of monsters, but I wonder if I’m becoming one.
