Monsters

An original poem by me.

The monsters weren't under my bed;

For they were inside me.

They were all around.

They were hidden in little things,

Unimportant things,

Stupid things.

Just waiting to attack.

And of course,

I was careless enough to let them get to me.

Reviews

[spitballing]

It is true that we can be are own worse enemy. I think you could rework this a bit, but it's a pretty good start.

[Jordan Varner]

thanks, i know it could be reworked. i wrote it in like 3 minutes just because i was bored and wanted to write. lol