Poem 44: What's That Noise?

Just me, alone in my room.  

Gosh, I'm tired, 

Yay, I get to see my friends tomorrow, 

Oh no, what is that smell? 

All girly, smells like perfume. 

I am really tired. 

I'll fall asleep soon, I know I will. 

I'm sure I had heard a noise, 

Oh, that was just the creek of the door, 

It makes my throat sore, 

After I have breathed so much, 

I don't want it to touch, 

My soul. 

This creature. 

I know it is there, 

Not far away, 

Thinks about me, 

Day by Day, 

Wishing for me to go to bed early, 

So that it can mess with my mind, 

It isn't very kind. 

Okay, it isn't the door. 

The door is fully shut, 

I should have known, 

It is close, I feel its presence. 

I never feel happy in my room, 

Because the moment my eyes shut, 

I am lead to possible doom, 

It makes a horrible hissing noise 

And now because of that, 

I can never poise. 

I am never comfortable, 

I wriggle from one position from another, 

Then I call my mother, 

The hissing becomes louder, 

I hope she was actually going to find it this time, 

It is so good at hide and seek, 

The sound it makes, when it moves, 

An eerie creek, 

The monster, I could imagine, 

Has a beak, 

A very sharp beak, 

Fear, I would leak. 

Sweat down my spine, 

Nothing is fine. 

Nothing is safe. 

My mother comes in and checks my room, 

She finds nothing and walks out, 

But it is finding somewhere, 

She knows it is there, 

Without a single ounce of doubt...