Monsters
When I was younger
I wanted to be friends
with the monsters under my bed
Now I am terrified of these monsters
in my head
Breathing is second nature
I know that much to be true
but how these monsters choke up
when I look at you
I try to count sheep
to help me fall asleep
but when I dream
all I dream
is worshipping at your feet
You have everything to me
perfect hair, perfect smile
when they say
walk a mile
it truly is a trial
because
for all I can see
you have everything to me
So, I can try to be the friend
to these monsters in my head
but I know in the end
these monsters are just like me
these monsters don't like me
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