There’s a monster under my bed
Though it might just be my meds
Like my mother and father said
“Lilith, it’s all just in your head.”
The monster tells me these things
The words make my brain sting
I know I shouldn’t give in
But thoughts continue to ring
My walls are painted white
My bed coverings tucked in tight
No other sign of living life
Except for me speaking my fright
They held my ...
