The monsters under our beds escaped, They roam the streets now, The space was too small for them, The world welcomed with open arms, They shed their scales and fangs, Donned the human skin. But I know what they really are, Their eyes; they say it all. -HF ______________________________ - The monsters under our beds were created by us, by our own mind. They were an alias taken up our childhood fears. As we grow up, there is nothing that scares us more than our fellow sapiens. Tragic!
















