Monster Under the Bed

It started as a premonition

A scratching thought at night

A sleepless, watchful disposition

An unrest that tends to bite

You called a guardian by your side

And they check for signs of hostility

And in the shadows I quickly hide

As they wave off an evil possibility

You called me many names

Cruel, eerie, and unkind

And my ego and heart you maimed

As the words rest on my mind

Eventually you began to ignore

My futile efforts to connect

And instead you vowed and swore

To disregard and neglect

You say that I am scary

When I’m just here to make a friend

But now that you are older

My purpose has come to an end