I wish I were a kid again
No worries to think about.
Times were so much easier then
Never tough or filled with doubt.
The times when the scariest things
Were the Monsters under your bed.
Not the Horrible feelings of times
and experiences that lay ahead.
Now that terrible monster has grown
It's a dark and sinister size.
He takes the shape of friends and life
To torment you with "why's"
How to conquer this dreaded monster
No one knows or cares
As they can have fun in their lives
And laugh when your hard times are not theirs.
That is where the true monster builds
In the hate where empathy is lack.
So huddle under your covers now,
Pray the monster won't stab you in the back......