Where the monsters hides or where does it lie.

Does the monster under your bed really die?
I can't help but wonder why.
The reason I hear the screams of distant past.
The reason I think my future will burn and crash.

The monster is us the screams we hear, the voices we are afraid of
its us. Its in all of us. The reason we cling to meaningless thing like likes and followers is because its easier for the monster to hide.
Next time you go to  sleep before turning off the lights ask who is the real monster here.