All alone,
The disquiet.
We think we are safe at night,
In the silence.
Do we always forget?
We are never alone, at rest.
Our fears, nightmares, all that we hide,
In a pretty little box kept bedside.
It’s not the monsters under our beds,
That we must fear.
It’s the monsters in our heads,
That always stay near.
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