I don’t do poetry, but the thought is the same.

It seems so far now, but this is just like that monster under your bed or inside the closet, always near, just that this time there was no monsters inside the closet, just me...The monster was outside, searching for any sign of my presence. Screaming. Asking why the dishes weren’t as clean as he wanted them or why the food was cold. Throwing chairs...

His powers changed daily, but he didn’t know that. Yesterday he could breathe under water. Today, he could electrocute everything with his hands. So everyone in the pool was shocked by his new powers...literally.

The end?...