We are seen by the privileged

Those young and naive

The beings that cower

For they see us as thieves

 

Though don’t be miss lead

We come not from below

But neither do we

Have a halo that glows

 

We are the things that infested the gloom

That seeps down the walls of your colorful room

 

Framing us

To be

What lives under your bed

And dances small circles inside your head.

Thus creating the illusion:

We really exist

Making you scream and want to through fists

But in the big scheme,

You have to remember 

Being extreme

Is never the answer

 

For we are what lives

In your fantasy world

Not the scary beast image

That most seem to hold

So how about we scrimmage

You vs. Me

For you are supreme

‘Cause I’m only a dream.