The monster I know doesn't live under my bed.
The monster I know isn't just in me head.
The monster I know doesn't hide in my closet at night.
The monster I know isn't afraid to put up a fight.
This monster lives inside of my house.
When he comes around he is quiet as a mouse.
He doesn't realize that the slightest touch wakes me.
I lay perfectly still so maybe he will leave me be.
It never happens though when he wants it.