Beneath the bed

She walks with her head up, arms swinging high

Face lifted to the sunlight of the February sky.

And you’d never see her pain behind the glitter in her eye.

 

In this present moment everything’s alright.

Been a while since she’s been visited by terrors of the night.

 

It’s time to rest, she crawls into bed, all feels okay.

Not guessing the new bruises she’ll wear by the break of day.

 

Blankets wrap, squeeze and choke.

Loneliness drowns in his heavy cloak.

 

Every flaw, every fault- it’s all become clear.

Whole body is consumed in fear.

 

Her jaw opens- she tries to scream.

Reality silences her with thoughts worse than she could dream.

 

Arms shake, lips quake, life summed up in one word: mistake.

 

Awakens in the morning, she is still weighed down.

Once again she’s forced to plaster on a smile, cover up her frown.

 

She walks with her head up, arms swinging high,

Face lifted to the sunlight of the February sky.

You’d never see her pain behind the glitter in her eye.

 

The monsters used to live underneath our beds.

Now they haunt us from within our heads.

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