7Monsters under the bed
Every little girl has dreams.
A little doll she holds precious.
She wants to be a superhero.
Or be just like mommy.
She grows up a little more every day.
That's just the way,
Life happens.
She fights against it.
She doesn't want to grow up yet.
You tell her to behave.
To act her age.
Mommy and Daddy know best.
She lets go.
She grows up.
It's hard, it hurts, she cries.
Why did you tell her to grow up so soon?
But now it's too late to change your tune.
She becomes jaded.
Her dreams have faded.
And you hate the way.
She seems to say.
I just don't care anymore.
She resents you.
And everything that represents you.
You laughed at her dreams.
Ripped her little doll at the seams.
Couldn't you hear the screams?
But now you don't want it.
You want your baby girl back
But it's too late.
There are too many monsters under that bed now.
She's fed up now.
Can't you see her?
She's growing up so fast; it's just a blur now.
She's screaming out to you.
Can't you hear her?
She's in pain.
Was her life in vain?
Where are you now?
You said that monsters weren't real.
Can't you feel her fear?
No more what Daddy says is right,
No more Mommy knows best.
So just give it a rest.
They step back.
They look into her eyes.
They see truth.
They see lies.
They see her monsters.
They see all their harsh words.
All the broken dreams.
And the little doll they ripped at the seams.
They thought she was too old.
But really she was so young.
They saw the monsters that they had become.
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