Boogeyman
My poem here is about the most swept under the rug stories for young kids we don’t talk about like we should. Most of the world has had a boogeyman in their room.
I hear him growing bigger as time go by
Feeding his demons alcohol tonight
Unhappy with himself so he rather pick a fight
He patiently waits until the moonlight
He’s words getting more aggressive
Starting to regret his dark lessons
Drinking away for his medicine
Feels less as a man so he stressing
He creeps through the night
But knows how to hide in plain sight
A bad man but a protector in daylight
He knows just how to trick your mind
You think he’s fine
But he’s damaged in the mind
Hurt people hurt people, I’m in his line
The boogeyman is in my room
I’m gonna tell on you
I hope you know what karma gonna do
To you
I feel his presence even more now
Feel the negative energy in this house
Begging is all you hear from her mouth
She left for help, I was quite as a mouse
Now he’s calling my name, saying come out
Thought he’ll protect me, didn’t know this what he’s about
I’m so confused why am I the one he choose?
To put in his line for him to abuse?
Why is it dark in here, can we turn on the lights?
Why is your print on my back side?
Keep your hands to yourself like I keep mine
Please no boogeyman don’t change me tonight...
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