I've got a monster in my closet
and it's attacking my skeletons
It's tearing up my unfinished business
and ripping up my socks and untold wishes
It's keeping me awake at night
Creaking the door open so slightly
Watching my chest move up and down
and tiptoeing so very lightly
I'm afraid for my wardrobe
And my perfect disguise
I don't want anyone to know
That I'd be naked otherwise
Here he comes,
scratching up the hardwood
I can see the fear in his eyes
Snarling and drooling perfect lies
Before I knew it, I threw a fist
In the fury of a masochist
Leaving glass pieces on the ground
Now that mirror is gone
And that monster won't be around
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About Me
- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
2 comments:
Aw, I really like the theme of this little poem. It's really good. It sounds like something I would've written about back in the day. I still think about monsters and things under my bed, too. Just never have anything clever to say.
I kind of like how the monster ended up being yourself. Like some how your always accountable and always watching yourself even when sleeping
I think the word for this is like dark but then cute in some way too. It may be the rhyming haha. But I liked it :)
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