Monsters

Yup.

Hiding in my closet, cause its the safest place to be.
For once, i'm the monster, to scare the ghosts away from me.
Not a ghoul, not a goblin, hiding under my bed.
Nor a whisper of shadow, for by me they fear to tread.

How long they'll stay away, how far I'll have to run?
How many times I'll have to fear, before they're truly gone.
I can feel them, wondering now if the coast is yet clear.
The veil like shield is growing all so sheer.

They're holding guns to her dimples,
Oh the cheeks of a precious queen.
But is it possible that their choice was false?
What if this is a mistaken scene?

Could I have played it out of order?
Missed an important chapter?
Did I dance along the border?
And really, who are her captors?

But these questions are futile.
The gun is fully loaded, ready for blood.
Its prepared to be brutal.
The motives are as clear as mud.

Or is it truly clear as crystal-
That it is she that holds the pistol.
Could she possibly be her own monster?
That these monsters are illusions to be preferred?
Wanted, overall more so than her true fears.
The emotions, the feelings that bring her to tears.

Author's Note

So yeah.. (P.S. The Picture isn't mine)