What keeps me awake at night

The monsters under my bed no longer scare me, I fought them long ago and won.

I told them to go away, I couldn't sleep somewhere else anymore, and they did, they left.

I wish someone had told me what the real monsters look like.

The ones that reflect everything you fear onto you.

The one that when your art teacher asks you to draw the inner critic you can't because she looks so similar to you.

The one with blonde hair, who only comes back to see how you will react when she knows you are happy without her.

The one that screams every time you do not do what she pleases, knowing you hate to be on camera

The collages that lean on you, expecting you to be perfect, begging you to do more

be more

say more

And let's not forget about the peers

that judge you from afar, never seeing the real you

And never really wanting to.

A worrier can think about anything and twist it into something worst than it really is.

So I guess my answer is everything is keeping me up.

Leaving the nights longer, and my sleep time shorter