Monsters

Fury
Ripping tearing
Pain
Anger,
Sadness?

To be a monster
To hide under beds
To cower in closets
To sneak in the night

I wonder, oh monster
Why are you scared
To scamper away at the
Sign of first light

Don't you eat little children?
Don't you relish their screams?
Why oh why
Do you cower from me?

Is a monster so hard to understand?
A hand outstretched
Kindness?
Or impending pain?

Just who makes a monster?
Who is responsible for the
Cultivation
Of the one under your child's bed
Cowering from mommy and daddy
When princess cries

Maybe he's just hungry?
Deformed and afraid?
Just what did his mother tell him
To hide himself away?

So hunt down the monster
Raise your pitchforks and torches
Because monster's tucking himself in
And monster doesn't know
That 'monsters' are scary
and that he's supposed to be angry

Furious
Angry
Pained
And maybe just a little bit sad.