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May 2015
As a little kid, I was afraid of the monsters that were under my bed
Now they've come from under my bed, and into my head
Burying themselves, deep inside My thoughts
Buried so deep that they'll never be caught
My mind has changed, in a way that no one understands
I'm trying to pull my heart out with my hand
Because it aches and it burns me, they want it out
All they want I'd for me to rip it out.
This is a small poem about how sometimes the monsters under our beds, come out, only to climb inside our heads when we're sleeping.
Connor Buckingham
Written by
Connor Buckingham  Westfield, IN
(Westfield, IN)   
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