~ Not Hidden Underneath The Bed~

Beckie's Mental Mess

via Daily Prompt: Stifle

THE MONSTERS UNDER YOUR BED MOVE INSIDE YOUR HEAD AS YOU GROW OLDER.

Hiding behind the bedroom door

sensing terror, feeling worn.

Forcible suppression,

the childhood oppression.

“Shhh, don’t say a word, to family or friends.

Only speak amongst your immediate of kin.”

“Don’t talk back, stand up straight;

Eat every fucking morsel on that godforsaken plate!”

The monster is not hidden underneath your bed,

he’s staring straight through your pretty little head.

Stifle those tears forming in your eyes,

That rifle hidden in the closet comes as no surprise.

“Don’t wake Daddy if he’s had too much to drink.”

If you did so, we’d all be standing on the brink.

It was a time of much distress,

that caused us all to be depressed.

We’re all grown up now, and went our separate ways,

never to be discussed ever again;

For that man called Daddy had died anyway.

Flashbacks from this time

cannot be easily erased,

that child inside me…

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