Monsters

For my dear friend, Grace.

Hidden behind your eye's,

Made of gold and blue.

Are the monsters that hide,

And the ones made of lies.

The ones they thought,

And the ones they were taught
so they believe people have forgot.

About the air in their lungs,

And blood in your veins.

So they believe things like blame,
And words such as fake and lame.

Because they all forgot.

Author's Note

I know some enjoy long poems. But I think that the shorter, the better. It leaves somethings unsaid which gives the reader something to think about, and I love that.