She's afraid of the day,
She's afraid of the dark,
When the monsters all play,
And the claws hit their mark

She hates the sun,
She despises the moon,
She never has fun,
Kids insult her to ruin.

She lies in her bed,
Crying over a text,
They will never be fed,
What’s to come next?

So I’m not sure I’m right,
Is it the people who taunt her,
Or things in the night,
Who’s the real monster?