The child lay down,
The monster was still,
He wanted to say hi,
The child knew he was real.
The monster was different,
He was the child’s age,
The monster just wanted a friend,
But the child raged.
The child wanted a “normal” friend,
One like you and me,
The child didn’t want the monster,
The monster was told to flee.
The next day at school,
The child saw some peers,
The ones that were like you and me,
The child looked over at their sneers.
They were better than the monster,
So the child went to talk,
They looked at him when he approached,
Before he could speak, they started to mock.
The child felt hopeless,
He felt weak,
Before he knew what was happening,
The air began to speak.
It told the bullies to leave,
The child was still,
And that’s when the monster knew,
The child was real.