the monster in my closet

A Poem by Anamika

just when i am about to do something new
there.. he appears out of the blue
i cringe at his slight presence
and hate him in his absence
he gets some sort of cruel pleasure
to find me on my knees Or
to see me crying hard on my bed
he comes out when i am all alone
and gifts me those bad memories so forlorn
i am at my nerves end
when he laughs at my fears
he enjoys my anxiety and my tears
but that was a decade ago
now when i see him
i give him a sly smile and look
now he shrivels up that mean crook
i enjoy watching him disappear
with a frustrated look on his face
yet when i am sad i hear his giggle
he hides in my closet that creep that monster
i have learnt to drive him away
my life will be great without that impostor
and everyday will be a sunday...