Bed time again

Its bed time again lets go inside  my head , out come the monsters that live under my bed .
The doors a jar to let in some light , the littlest noise would give me a fright .
My sister is sleeping in the next room , whats this at my window ?? The witch on her broom ..
Im six years of age my imagination runs riot , im so fucking frightened feel my chest start to tighten.
Bed time at my house was a scary affer I can feel my bed moving lift clean in the air ...
I see things in the darkness are they really there,  are there here to get me or give me a scare .
Im only small please leave me be I dont want to know i dont want to see .
So this is my bed time quite stress full you know.... I want it to stop I want it to go ...
Every night the very same thought into the darkness I find my self brought