Poem: The Monsters (Revised)

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 chase them away
But they always return
They never stop
I think they want me to burn

What do they want?
Why can’t they just leave?
Why are they here?
What do they achieve?

Someday they’ll go
Someday I’ll be free
I’ll make them disappear
And then they’ll let me be

I can’t wait for that day
When I won’t be afraid
Of being swallowed by darkness
To never surface again