New Bed, Same Practice

When I was younger, my brothers convinced me there were rats under my bed and monsters waiting to grab me. So I became too afraid to look. And if a ball or a toy should happen to fall under, it was lost for good.

To counter this, my mom turned the underside into storage. Boxes of Legos, binders of Pokémon cards, cartons of POGs.
All residing underneath.

For if you fill the void, there's no place left for a monster to hide. And what I feared ended up becoming home to what I treasured.

Now as an adult, this storage continued. New bed, same practice.

Legal papers and bills
Bank statements
Documents I wish I didn’t have to sign
NDAs. Bounced checks
Well wishes from ill intent

Crammed in a cave
For if you fill the void, there's no place left for a monster to go.

But… better there than in my mind, right?

In hindsight, I had nothing to fear as a child.

Because the real monster under my bed 

Turned out to be the man I became.