At night I hear your screams,
I wonder what haunts you in your dreams.
Did you doubt you’d have to pay,
For all that you led astray?
You think you’re all knowing,well off,wise,
An angel in disguise.
Don’t you know I see right through you,
And everything you do?
Poor girl you try your best to hide,
All the evil locked away inside.
But learn sooner or later it all has to come out,
And everyone will know what you’re really about.
When scared at night don’t check under your bed,
Just know the monsters inside your own head.

Christina Bledsoe

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