The Monster in the Closet

There's a monster in my closet,
a skeleton under my bed.
The past is there to haunt me;
it will never leave my head.
The monster knows your deepest thoughts,
the secrets that you keep-
he haunts your mind and breaks your heart
and never lets you sleep.
The monster can be very cruel,
he filled me with shame;
he took away my control
and left me with the blame.
But when innocence is stolen,
and you feel all cold inside,
pick yourself up off the ground
and don't you run and hide.
Face up to that monster,
and tell him how you feel.
He's only a monster in your mind,
in the closet-he's not real.

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