The Hidden Ones

There's a monster in my fries Telling me stories and feeding me lies Not one that crawls or one that flies But still just as scary for it's size You cannot see it but there's one 'neath my bed Whispering tales that fill me with dread Silent to most but I hear what is said I pray in the night I don't wind up dead You can't hear it but there's one in my closet Waiting to capture me whit it's hunting net Staying out of sight which leaves me upset But my body and my soul it will not get These monsters are real and they're not in my dreams For nothing in life is quite as it seems If you cannot decipher what this means Just look into life through it's broken seams