You’re five years old and there are monsters under your bed They don’t touch you with their hands They’re not leaving scars But they’re there and they’re terrifying No one will listen to your fears “It’s late, we’re tired, go back to bed” Everyone says “Those monsters aren’t really monsters” “It’s all in your head” “It’s all in your head” … And maybe it is Maybe when you’re older those monsters won’t seem so scary But right now they are, and it’s okay to be scared Even if it’s all in your head *** You’re twelve years old and there are monsters in the halls They don’t touch you with their hands They’re not leaving scars But they’re real and they’re terrifying No one will stop them from pointing and laughing No one believes that such nice, sweet girls could say such ugly things “Not those angels, never those angels” Everyone says “Those monsters aren’t really monsters” “It’s all in your head” “It’s all in your head” … And maybe it is Maybe when you’re older those monsters won’t seem so scary But right now they are, and it’s okay to be scared Even if it’s all in your head *** You’re eighteen years old and there’s a monster sleeping next to you He don’t touch you with his hands He’s not leaving scars (Oh no, he is extra careful not to leave any scars) But he is still terrifying No one will comfort you while you sit in the shower and hear the warnings hiding behind every single love song And see the tears run down the drain with the rest of the water “Sometimes anger can mean I love you” He says “This monster isn’t really a monster” “It’s all in your head” “It’s all in your head” … And maybe it is Maybe when you’re older this monster won’t seem so scary But right now it is, and it’s okay to be scared Even if it’s all in your head *** You’re twenty-five years old and there are monsters everywhere They whisper in your ears About not being good enough Not being worth anything Not being anything at all Just existing without purpose Day after day after year after year There are monsters everywhere, everywhere Filling you with doubt, and insecurity, and self-loathing It all seems so real…and maybe it is *** Because when no one comes to save you in the middle of the night, it’s easy to believe in monsters When everyone looks the other way to protect the privileged few, it’s easy to believe in monsters When he rips your heart out and then feeds it back to you like he’s doing you a favor, it’s easy to believe in monsters When you finally realize that you were right all along, That sometimes a monster IS a monster It’s very easy to believe in monsters *** You’re older now, but they’re still existing Because no matter what you do Or how tightly you close your eyes Or how much you try to forget Or who else may love you someday You can’t convince yourself that those monsters were lying It’s too late It’s all in your head