MY LIFE IS HIDDEN UNDER MY BED (A POEM)

My life is hidden under my bed.my life that is filled with lots of dread. where shadows scream and all your thoughts are consumed with fright. a world with no night light.my life is hidden under my bed. and in the closet and the drawers sing the dead. They cry,they scream in agony,a choirs of deep depressing stories. I fear not of the monsters in my head. because I am hiding my life under my bed. Because I am a monster. Because I am one of them. Because I am one that haunts the dead. Because I am the monster under your bed. and mine as well.