The monsters were never under my bed,
Because the monsters were inside my head,
Monsters of love,
Monsters of angelic kindness,
I fear no monsters I see,
Because all this time the monster has been me,
I am the monster,
The monster of sadness,
The monster of eunoia,
And when I have controlled the monster,
It all disappears like it was nothing,
And Oh , look !
It turns out to be a reverie.
Love,
~chahat
