I used to have nightmares about monsters

Lying in bed, twisting and turning

The whole night sleepless and awake

I would wake up abruptly and scream

Terrified and shaking

While my parents lie naive in their beds

These constant nightmares

Turned into panic attacks

Leaving me breathless and agitated

Trapped and frighted

Scared out of my wits

Wondering if it would ever end

Flashbacks come and go

Of summer days spent lying in bed

Dreaming about shapeless figures in the dark

But one day

I found out that it didn’t matter

It wouldn’t ever be important

Because I would have to be

An absolute fool to believe

That these monsters would ever be real