I know there is nothing under my bed
I realise it is silly to be scared of nothing
But to me the things I dread
Are hiding with me in my bed
In my head I am scarred of the dark
I am wondering alone
On the streets or in the park
And in the carcass that is my mind
I am trudging in a minefield
And no words that are spoken are kind
I cannot convince myself to be of sound mind
And the shining of light that is day
Is course and harsh
And like a child I must play
Because to my parents I cannot say:
The day is false and I do not wish to stay
Because in the night I lie at home
And my demons play tag and chase
With the fears under my bed and in my head.