There are no monsters
Underneath my bed.
But they exist in other places.
They exist in my head.

The monster that says
I should stay home today.
Why would you work hard,
But still be called lazy anyway?

Another monster that says
Love isn't real.
And if it was,
Then it's something I've yet to feel.

There's a monster that feasts
On my fears and insecurities.
And another that tears apart
Logic and rationality.

And in the darkest corner,
Bound in chains.
My biggest monster
And most terrible bane.

He whispers to me
At night and even when I'm awake.
He retells me every regret
And every deep mistake.

And some nights,
When he won't let me sleep.
He tries to pull my thoughts with him
Into the darkness deep.

To show me everything I hide
In the abyss of my mind.
Memories of happenings
And people unkind.

There are more monsters.
They never leave me be.
And I hope one way or another,
I can set myself free.