monsters in my head

As a child I was afraid
of the monsters
under my bed,
in my closet,
behind my door,
in front of my window.

But people told me
there aren’t any.
It all would be in my head.

And today, years later,
it’s true.
So many monsters
in my head,
which give me hell,
which threat my life
with fear,
which declare war to
the peace of my mind,
which haunt around
in my head,
day and night.

There are monsters,
and they all live
in my head.
Not under my bed,
not in my closet,
not behind my door,
not in front of my window,
all in my head.