Monster [Poem]

[Underground_Network]

Daddy said not to be afraid of the monsters.
He said they weren't real.
He said the pain wasn't real.
He said it was all in my mind.

I trusted Daddy.
Daddy never lied.
What Daddy said was always right.

But then the monster came into my room at night.
I pulled my red and white striped sheets over my entire body,
I clasped my fluffy, white pillow, uncased, over my head,
And prayed that the monster would go away.

Daddy said the pain wasn't real.
Daddy said it was all in my mind.

The monster came closer, though I couldn't see him,
Because all I could see was blackness
Under my sheets and my pillow, uncased.

He tore the sheets off of me,
He savagely tore the pillow from my hands
And tossed it to the ground.

Daddy said the pain wasn't real.
Daddy said it was all in my mind.

The monster, pale-skinned,
With glasses, underneath them a sinister black stare,
And across his face an even more sinister ear-to-ear grin,
Picked me up and roared;
A thunderous roar that made me black out.

When I woke up my blue and green pajamas
Were ripped and away from my body.
I was lying limp on the ground.
I was surrounded by a pool of red.
The monster was real,
The pain was even more real.

But daddy said the monster wasn't real.
Daddy said the pain wasn't real either.
Daddy said it was all in my mind.

Daddy is the monster.