The Monsters

The monster under my bed

Is a better friend than you

It listens always when I talk

And keeps my heart in two,

It fades away each morning

Returning only when the sun is through,

Then continues to haunt me

With kindness that I never knew.

The monsters from my nightmares

Will always be nicer than you,

Leaving a small trail of pixie dust

To turn my life askew.