Monsters in the closet
I forget.
That bad people
Were once kids
Scared of the world
Just like me
-
I assume they also
Had a compass inside them
The dial had not yet been turned and twisted.
I forget.
That they might have been afraid
Of the monsters that hid in their closet
Not even thinking
Not for a split second
That one day
They would inevitably
Become the monster
They were once so afraid of
When I think of it this way
The pain doesn’t get easier
They don’t become less of a monster
They become more of a human
Just like me.
Probably still afraid of the monsters in their closet.
Probably still wishing someone would check under their bed.
