When I was a kid,
My mother always told me
that I shouldn't be afraid of monsters
because they don't really exists.
She asked me,
if why I'm afraid with them.
"Because they are bad"
that's what I said.
But as I grow up,
I realized that there was something wrong about it.
I realized the fact
That monsters exist.
Sometimes they were good,
Sometimes they had this angelic face
Sometimes they had this persuasive voice.
Monsters do really exist
But they were no longer under my bed
Rather they were beside me
That everyone thought they were a friend
But has a bad intention.