My world is quite small as you can see,
holds fewer monsters that’ll scare me.
Though they’re there, under bed too,
in the mirror they see you!
Outside, you know, they’re everywhere.
They happily haunt without a care.
With unwanted visits, I’m never alone.
These monster’s I fear are all my own.
Lurking weighty on shadowy shelves,
they’re all the weaknesses of ourselves.
All reminders of what we’re not.
That’s why monsters scare us a lot