Monster Poem by Custous Angelus

As a child I was afraid of the dark
Afraid of the ugly monster hiding underneath my bed
Afraid that it will drag me down and devour me
But as I grew I changed
I no longer feared
Or the ugly monster
Aware that there were no monsters
Or where there
We no longer fear the dark or ugly monster
Because it became part of us
When we finally become aware of this fact we panic
And seal that ugly monster deep inside of us
We vow to let no one know about this
And cover ourselves in covers of gold
But some are aware of our monsters
We call people who know only our good side a colleague
We call people who are aware of our monster a friend
We call people who have seen our monster a parent
We call people who have seen our monster and fought with it a best friend
But we know we can never show the monster to other people
Even our best friends will run when they see how hideous our monsters can be
It is a curse that we must carry
We know that no one will love us for the way we are
But there are two who do
Loving us and our monster with in
One is a creature called dog
And other one is Jesus