What makes a monster a monster?
Is it the piercing horns that protrude from each side of its head?
Or the fierce teeth that growl to deliver freight?
Maybe the height as tall as a seven foot spread?
Well how about the grotesque breath coming from inside?
While all of those are clever ideas,
I truly think it’s an internal thought
A sinister passion for evil
Total disregard for humanity
Tingling chills that make the hair on your neck stand straight
Twisted feelings that make your stomach turn upside down
Fear instilled children
Guilt ridden adults
Running from the big bad
The stories you find in books
Terror running through veins
Worry seeping through skin
The coat of armor you thought you had
Is no match for him
Because in reality,
There's no monster living under your bed
But there's one living down the street
There's no monster in your closet
But there’s one lurking under fallen leaves
Monsters hide in plain sight,
For the whole wide world to see
It’s not a fairy tale gone wrong
It’s a typical Wednesday eve