The Monster Under My Bed

When I was just a little child
I knew of a monster under my bed
I heard him every night going wild
And listened to what he had said

All the noises he made were creepy
He enjoyed causing the bed to glow
It would always make me weepy
On through the night he'd go

He was a frightful being
all green and hairy
With eyes that flashed lightning
And his breathing just as scary

He would always laugh at me
Taunting my every turn
Oh how I wished my mother could see
Why I always let the light burn

As I have gotten older
I have come to hear him more
His words are getting bolder
And my nerves are getting sore

I went to see the psychologist
To tell my tales as a youngster
I told him there wasn't enough for a list
All there was, was my monster

And this is what he said:

There is no such thing as your monster
Especially not under your bed
It is my opinion that your monster…
Resides only in your head!