Poem: The Monsters

You remember the monsters,
that lived under my bed?
I don't think they're gone.
I think they moved to my head.

They still come out.
They still terrify me.
They're more scary now,
than what they used to be.

I chased them away.
Do you know what I had to do?
I just had to realise,
that I'm nothing like you.

I'll never be perfect.
I learned that the hard way.
But at least now I know how,
to chase the monsters away.