I sit here for hours.
I feel like I am searching for an answer with out a question.
Like something will just appear like that idea light bulb in cartoons.
My thought bubbles are empty, oh but they keep coming.
Something deep inside is fighting to come out.
I'm pushing to keep it in.
It is my own personal boogie man.
He almost never shows his face until I am alone.
I can run and tell people he is there, but no one sees it.
Who is going to tell me he doesn't exist?
Who can tell me he isn't real?
Look under the bed and in the closet.
Turn out the lights.
I am scared.
You can only hide under covers for so long.
You can only hold your breath for so long.
I need a nightlight.