When I was a kid, there were no monsters under my bed Instead I had a mother who just wanted me dead She once held a pillow right over my head And was then taken away and put onto heavy meds
I wasn't scared of boogie men, and had no fear of ghosts My mother was the beast in my youth that I feared the most When she got on her meds, she was practically comatose She was a mindless zombie, and grew worse with every dose
It broke my heart to see this, my mom was so far gone But I just didn't get it, I couldn't fathom what was wrong My mother was so lifeless, from the pills they kept her on Her face was grey and blank, and my poor face grew long
I knew she was unstable, but my heart broke for her It wasn't all her fault that she was such a monster I wished I could fix her, and that love could occur But nothing could make her affection for me stir
I envy the kids that had beasts under the bed The kids whose only nightmares were living in their head I'm jealous of the children whose mothers never said "I regret the day I had you, and I wish that you were dead."