Monster

As a child I saw demons,
Though they said they weren’t real
I’d close my eyes at night,
And a burning fear I’d feel
They told me there were no such things
As the monsters that haunted me
They promised that these things I saw
Could never really be

Not the faces dancing in the designs
Of the dust in the sunlight
Nor the whispers which only I could hear
Hovering close by at night

As I grew, my tortured soul wished
That this was the truth
But as I aged it became clear,
They were real; and only I knew.

How I wished for blissful ignorance,
If only I could not see such awful things
To be normal, to be blinded,
to be unafraid of what the night would bring

No one wanted to hear about
The things which I would see
And when I tried to tell them,
They were afraid of me.