The Boogie Man

The Boogie Man is in my head,
Not in the closet or under the bed.
He comes to me when I sleep,
Peace of mind I cannot keep.
He brings me only horror and pain.
When I wake I’m barely sane!
He uses all my fears and trauma
To make me scream out for my Mumma
But I’m a grown woman now, she will not come!
Instead I lay in darkness, quite undone.

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