Monsters

Monster! Monster! Why are you there?

Under my bed, with your claws and your hair.

You fill me with so much dread

Every time I go to my bed.

I hear your claws scrape on the floor

As I race to my bed from the door.

Your growling and snarling keep me awake

Until sleep overcomes my frightened shakes.

I am told that you’re not real

But that is not what I feel.

I have proof that you exist

But adults can’t see through your magical mist.

The fear you cause must come to a stop

But I know I can’t call a cop

So to bring you to your grisly end

I’ve made the monster in my closet my best friend.