Fears

Every night, when it was dark,
I'd shiver in my bed
My closet, a overly spacious thing,
Was messing with my head.

Every night, when I was young,
I'd fight the urge to shriek,
The shadows in the corner
They shifted every week.

One night I'd see a beast,
With red eyes and feathered tail.
I moved the closet into the light,
But saw to no avail.

My parents thought me crazy,
Took me to see some shrink.
Re-painted my whole room,
I remember all the pink.

I could still see all the monsters,
They haunted me for years.
I saw hundreds of qualified people,
But still I had my fears.