Bedroom Wars

This poem sends off an interesting message at the end of it.  Try using a few literary devices on your poem. Perhaps a bit more imagery would've been nice to see in this people. Idk of you stress rhyming so I can't really say anything about that but you've got a nice piece with lots of potential here.

Hmmmm...I read this previously and didn't have anything to say--well, aside from I quite agreed with what you said at the end, though somehow I didn't consider it worth mentioning at the time.  Um...I thoroughly disagree with what Chaos Collector said here about it needing more imagery.  The conflict that's occuring in this piece is occuring at night, when you don't necessarily have a light on, and you're talking about "phantoms," and psychological warfare, and the spirit of this piece is just fine as it is and adding more imagery would just be...bad, I think.  I'm aware that you're not seeking suggestions on how this piece should be.  I'm just kind of reacting in a way to Chaos collector's comment, which again I thoroughly disagreed with.

thanks. like all of what i write, it's a slap together of free flow.
it's kind of poking fun at the idea "we often see whats wrong in others that we see most wrong in ourselves."
the phantom and the skeleton are synonymous with one another, but both posses a different context. everyone has skeletons in their closet, and although the speaker looks foolish in their brood when they lay in their bed the skeleton looks foolish naked in a closet full of clothes.
It also plays on the notion of choices, how the skeleton chooses to stay in the closet, naked, although the door is wide open and is free to put on a pair of trainers and trousers, just as the speaker was free to have a bed with their significant other lying next to them. Just as the poem goes, we often miss what is right in front of us... the speaker just hits that realization vicariously through the skeleton.