But monster's aren't real, right?

I sleep with the closet door closed. It has to be closed or I can't sleep.

I sleep with my bedroom door closed. It has to be closed or I cant sleep.

I sleep under a blanket at all times. All of me under it, including my face, or I can't sleep.

But monsters aren't real, thats just a story told to children to scare them into staying in bed.

Right?

One night I let my foot out of the blanket, just to see. 

I imagined (I think) a giant spider crawling all over it, up to my face, coming to sink its teeth into my-

I woke up crying, and put my foot back someplace safer, shaking under my blankets.

But monsters aren't real, right?

One night, I left my closet door open by accident.

I kept imaging the clothes as people, coming to get me, a monster to scare me, ready to scream-

I screamed and shut the door. I watched it the rest of the night.

But monsters aren't real, right?

Dark thoughts for a kid but the dark inspires them.

We do not fear the dark, but what is in it.

But monsters aren't real, right?

(an obnoxiously weird poem from a girl whose afraid to say she's afraid of the dark. and whats in it.)