Ok this poem isnt like my others, I think I was really depressed and scared the night I wrote this, im not sure why I was scared or depressed either*shrug* its very rare im depressed so this was definitly diffrent for me, oh the poems about the boogeyman >.<

 I scramble into bed afraid of what lurks ahead,
the covers over my head,
footsteps comeing towards me,
children screaming the dreaded name I dare not speak,
the dreaded name I dare not seek,
the dreaded name I dare not meet,
before I know it I cant speak,
I can not scream,
as my soul is being sucked from me,
I will take the picture of those eyes to hell with me,
I will haunt and warn children,
as he comes I will scream the name of their soon to be killer.-poem by: Kathleen Ruth barats