Monsters by Azaria Messingham Group A

Monsters 

by Azaria Messingham Group A

We are the monsters from the fairytales

We're supposed to be the bad guys

No one expected us to be good

And we weren't

We are the monsters under the bed

Hiding, waiting for the perfect moment to strike

To rise up and roar.

We were the monsters in the cupboards

Peeking through the keyholes

Watching you sleep.

But forget those monsters,

Most of all

We are the monsters in your head

Stamping on and crushing every shred of hope

That you once had.

We make you destroy yourself

Bit by bit.

We are the monsters that beat you down

Make you feel useless

Crush your dreams, but

You are the monster that lets us do that.