Imagination (From the comp)

Mommy please stop yelling.
It makes me want to cry.
I didn't mean to make you mad.
I know you want me to die.
I'll go to sleep this time, I promise.
Even though I'm scared.
Because every time I go to sleep,
I feel the monsters, in my hair.
On my back, on my ankles,
On my stomach on my arms,
But you promised me, even though they hurt, they weren't doing any harm.
So I had to promise not to ever tell,
Because then I'd be a bad bad girl,
And I would go to...

The monsters in my bad bad dreams, they kinda look like you.
But you told me already,
That the dreams were not true.

Sometimes I don't know that.
I can't tell they're fake.
When I wake up in the morning,
With bruises on my arms and a cut on my face.
Obviously, I fell out of bed.
That's what you always say, what you've always said.

Maybe it was the monsters that pulled me down,
They want to take me with them,
Away from you,
Where I won't be found.

The monsters in my nightmares visit in the day.
Only on the weekends, when my mommy and I play.
Maybe the monsters aren't mine at all.
Maybe they belong to mommy, and I take the fall.