Everyone has something to hide,
Monsters.
Each monster is unique in his own way,
They come in different shapes, sizes, and colors.
But we still don’t like them
We shove these monsters under our bed,
And hope to God nobody finds them.
We let anyone into our room,
But we never let them look under the bed.
Don’t even let them get close to the bed,
Signs that a monster lives there will appear.
For if that were to happen,
They’d see the darkest parts of our souls.
We assume that everyone is scared,
Scared of our monsters.
Which is why we conceal them so well
If we’re not careful,
Someone will discover what is under the bed
And that in itself is a nightmare.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Everyone has something to hide,
Monsters.
Each monster is unique in his own way,
They come in different shapes, sizes, and colors.
But we still don’t like them
We shove these monsters under our bed,
And hope to God nobody finds them.
We let anyone into our room,
But we never let them look under the bed.
Don’t even let them get close to the bed,
Signs that a monster lives there will appear.
For if that were to happen,
They’d see the darkest parts of our souls.
We assume that everyone is scared,
Scared of our monsters.
Which is why we conceal them so well
If we’re not careful,
Someone will discover what is under the bed
And that in itself is a nightmare.
