Monster in My Closet
By Michael Vanderhoof
There\'s a monster in my closet,
after Mom has kissed goodnight.
There\'s a monster in my closet,
when Dad turns off the light.
The monster\'s hands will cover me,
every hour in the night.
When the morning starts appearing,
It will disappear from sight.
This night will be so different,
as I hear the closet door.
When the blankets have been pulled away,
I will be a victim here no more.
This time I am ready,
I thrust a knife deep in “his” chest.
I know I did what\'s right this time,
I did what I thought best.
No more monster in my closet,
or any secrets to keep sealed.
Now the hunter became the hunted,
and the truth is now revealed.