Monsters under the bed..
They're supposed to be scary creatures right?
Maybe it was just as a misfit in its world,
Like how I am in mine.
Ever so often it would listen to me cry.
It wouldn't pull my blanket
Because it knew I needed it to hide.
Not from it but because it was my safe place to sob.
Monsters leave over time right?
I think mine did too.
But something tells me,
It visits once in a while
Not to try and scare me,
But to see if my world still did.