They don’t believe me

I swear it’s true though

There’s a monster behind my door

I can hear its nails clawing at the wood

I see the splinters

The monster speaks to me

His words reach no one else

Except my own ears

Even when I am far from its home of oak

I can always feel his waiting breath against my ear

The promise of a whisper to come

Each night I hear the door open, I hear its creak

Quiet but there

They tell me I’m wrong

That I’m hearing things

Crazy, crazy, crazy

That’s what they all think

That my thoughts are scrambled, a melted mess

But they're wrong

They're all wrong

My thoughts have never been so precise

I swear I know the world now

My monster told me

His whispers warned me they wouldn’t listen

Even now,

Though they took away my door and replaced it with padded walls,

Though, they gave me a therapist to share the voice with

A whisper always follows me