Monsters
We are seen by the privileged
Those young and naive
The beings that cower
For they see us as thieves
Though don’t be miss lead
We come not from below
But neither do we
Have a halo that glows
We are the things that infested the gloom
That seeps down the walls of your colorful room
Framing us
To be
What lives under your bed
And dances small circles inside your head.
Thus creating the illusion:
We really exist
Making you scream and want to through fists
But in the big scheme,
You have to remember
Being extreme
Is never the answer
For we are what lives
In your fantasy world
Not the scary beast image
That most seem to hold
So how about we scrimmage
You vs. Me
For you are supreme
‘Cause I’m only a dream.