Monster Under the BedA Poem by DindellaOnce I thought I was the monster under everyone's bed, The one that left scars in all their heads, But as it turns out you see, Although it took time for me, I found that monsters are just things we fear because we do not understand. So I've set off on a journey, yes, a journey, I say, To know myself, to love thyheart, and never again Will I be the mystery of me.
© 2014 DindellaAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorDindellaRuther Glen, VAAboutHi, hello. You can call me Dindy, but close friends call me Dellz. Please don't call me Dellz unless you fit under the second category. I will probably mostly write poetry and the concessional blurb o.. more..Writing
|