Shh the lights are low 

But my heart and head explodes

You tried to wipe the surface 

But something lures further



I`m like the monster under the bed

I never see the light always the dark

Through loud and quiet times I stay

I haven`t been under here long but you struggle


I see the pain and the weakness

The fear and hurt behind your laughter

You know I`m here but you never 

comment because I`m the secret of you mind.


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