Monster

I used to worry about the monster under my bed.

Now I am fighting the demons in my head.

The times change.

People are so strange.

Much scarier than a child’s nightmares,

are the menacing stares.

I used to scream and cry.

Now my eyes  have run dry.

The headaches are the same.

Causes go by a different name.

More painful than a playground injury,

Is pleading my case before the biased jury.

I used to have growing pains

Now who I am is all that remains.

Who am I?

All I know is that I try.

A stumbling figure in a crowd.

A silent plea in a room so loud.

I used to think I was special.

Now I know all face the reaper’s sickle.

No matter how many monsters,

there will always be an end.