The monsters

 

One fine night, I told mom

Now I wish to sleep alone

Mom said, "Won't you be scared?"

I said "I no more believe in ghosts"

That was the day I grew up

I slept alone for the first time

It was life's new turn

I was no longer afraid of the night.

The ghosts that danced once on my head

Were now somehow invisible

My pillow turned into my best friend

Pastimes were my fables.

Sometimes when the wind knocked

On my windowsill

The thought of a monster

Inside me, instilled.

The days turned into years

How fast time flies

Now I had new fears

Which filled me at night

I feared if I was capable

Of fighting tomorrow's battle

Sometimes against people

But mostly against myself

My nights now turned into mornings

Without any traces of sleep

Even after mom's warnings

This habit, I continued to keep

The other side of the bed

Was empty and cold

But sometimes that's where I sat

Looking outta the window

I wish I could sleep by mom

But now I was too grown-up

My nights got carried away with songs

Raps, classical and indie pops.

Of my boldness, I was too proud

But I shouldn't have been so free

I kept looking for the monsters around

When I realized they were inside me.