Nightmares

Monsters of night dance around in my head.

Morning daylight chases fear from my bed.

Nightmares abound past the age of thirteen,

Fantasies fighting for my reality.

Curled up all alone when the sun disappears,

Feeling empty and numb, shivering in my tears.

Sunlight touches my face, I uncurl nervously

And find another new day happily awaits me.

Are the monsters that real? Is the daylight imagined?

Or does reality change and remain, for me, unfathomed?

Loneliness all around me now

And I'm falling away from the light.

I once was a happy creature of day,

But now I'm a monster of night.

"Maybe I'm not a monster," my heart sighs,

"but a victim - the prey - instead.

Either way, does it matter," my soul wants to know,

"For both ways I am still cold and dead."