Real To Me
They're real to me
the monsters that plague my day and night
What else would they be?
I know I am wrong, but they feel so right
Those creatures that I see
and those who speak, out of sight
They're a part of my psyche
they just won't stay inside
I find my mental lock and key
to lock them up tight
But they escape, impossibly
to bring me another fight
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2017
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