There where never monsters in the closet or under my bed, the only monsters that I face are the ones that come at out in the dark with the soft voices in my head.
The voices fight a battle between the past and the present, the fears of my past laughing as my future struggles to crawl towards the dim light just like an infant.
But unlike the innocent infant I will never reach the prize unless I learn to face the shadows that claw my back carving scars that I must hide with layers of lies.