Under the bed (repost )

Under the bed (repost )

Under the bed

There's these people

They are very bad

They practice evil

They're always mad

They instigate

They agitate

They favour hate

That's their trait

They hide away

They wait to prey

It's always the same

Each and everyday

Down under the bed

They sit and hear

Do not look below

They sense your fear

I'm much older now

They do not exist

After all the worries

I'm shaking my fist

They weren't there

False sensations

As I look back now

Was just my imagination