Category : Poems

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We keep a night light on or crack open our doors, letting light stream into our room because we're afraid of monsters. 
The only monster there is is the one sleeping on the bed, afraid of the dark. 
Afraid of our darkest secrets sprouting out and dragging us under. 
So we keep the lights on and let the demons turn to shadows. 
We pretend to be the victim going out with innocent masks. 
Gossiping about others wrong doings with a knife behind our backs. 
We lure in the weak and use them to our benefits. 
We lie to ourselves and say we're the most innocent. 
Comparing ourselves to what others have done. 
So when we get back home we can ignore our closets and reload our guns.