Monsters

There are monsters.
They hide under my bed.
They are real.

People say I'm too old to be scared of monsters.
They say there are no monsters in the dark.
They say monsters don't exist.

But there are monsters.
They hide in my closet.
They are real.

I know they exist.
They once grabbed a hold of me.
And now, they won't ever let go.

There are monsters.
They hide everywhere.
They are real.

I am scared of monsters.
They are inescapable.
Because they are ourselves.

I hide it.
In the dark,
Tucked away.

I hide it
Oh so deep inside myself
Never to be seen; never to be found

I am a monster,
Even though I hide it.
I am real.