We're told to be careful of the monsters under our bed,
To be aware of the darkness.

And as we grow, we're taught that they're aren't real,
Just product of our minds,
Our childish imagination.
Products of the thoughts of little kids after a scary movie,
A door semi opened.

But they didn't warn us of the monsters on the streets,
The monsters behind the jewelry,
Behind the fancy clothes, and pockets full of money.

They didn't tell you about the creatures on disguise,
The ones with words sharper than knifes, with fists harder than walls. Hearts as cold and hard as steel.

They didn't tell you because they're the claws, making you bleed,
The glowing eyes in the darkness causing you to shiver.
The growling sounds making you cry.

They're the monsters,
Don't worry.
You'll become one of them, too.