This Haunted House


When children grow up in haunted houses,
Moments of peace are few and far between.

When children grow up in haunted houses,
They learn the real nature of monsters:
Monsters don't hide under your bed and steal you in the night,
They don't appear in the midnight hour as your closet door creaks.

When children grow up in haunted houses,
They know the monster sleeps across the hall.
He'll steal you away and leave just your body standing,
A vessel that once held a childhood innocence.

When children grow up in haunted houses,
They learn the art of disguise.
They lose themselves in books and poems,
To escape without escaping.

When children grow up in haunted houses,
They love to play pretend.
They are baseball players and detectives,
Because those guys are never afraid of anything.

When children grow up in haunted houses,
They stop believing in others and start believing in themselves.

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