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 arms bound

My family does not come around

Silence is the only sound

Other than the words of the hound

I can hear the voices of the dead

All emotions I feel are dread

There’s a monster under my bed

But he lives inside my head