The Monster

There's a monster in my room, he lives under my bed. And sometimes when I'm sleeping, he lurks around my head. I try to think of other things but all my dreams are dead. I try to think of other things, but I see him instead. I still don't know his name or how he came to be. I don't know what he wants, or why he came to me. I wonder if he's the type of thing that only I can see. I tried to feed him bacon but his only interest is me. He stomps around real loud, I try to quiet his woe. But no matter how I reach out he sees me as his foe. I wonder where he came from, and why he will not go. I'll just call him my living proof, you reap all that you sow.