Monsters in the Closet

We all have monsters in the closet
We all fear what’s under the bed

But we should not hide our battle scars
Or give them all the spaces in our head

Our monsters are not the same
Yours might be tougher, larger, hairier

If I were to hang my monsters beside yours
They would envy how yours are scarier

Our pain and wounds are different
We’ve both been cut but not equally deep

My monsters only get me when I’m awake
Yours even terrorise you in your sleep

But if you’re willing to brave my monsters
And love me despite their fangs and claws

Take my hand and open the closet doors
Because I’m more than ready to face yours