they say
when we grow up
our demons
will fade away

but how come
as I grow up
all the monsters
and the scary bits
are becoming bigger
and as malicious as ever

how come
as I grow up
the devils find comfort
in the piteous chaos
that is my life

how come
the boogeyman
created a nook
under my pillow
and continues to stay
for as long as he wants

he tells me
there is no use
being afraid of the dark
for he will still be with me
even in the light