I have a Monster

Not all monsters have faces

or live under beds

their favorite place,

in fact

is the closet,

or at least the one inside my head

making their bed,

just out of view,

so the only one seeing him

will forever be you.

He sad he didn’t believe in monsters

I laughed and told him never

to look me in the eye.

I don’t know when it decided to stay but it’s made itself at home,

trying to hide the light with the brown curtain hanging inside,

not coming out, nor all the way in,

my head has thrown it a welcome party,

while my heart drew up the eviction notice,

not welcome to stay,

but not willing to go,

the monsters not in the closet,

it’s inside my head.