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As a child I was told
the boogieman was only in my imagination,
that it can’t and won’t hurt me.

When I grew older
I believed the boogieman didn’t exist,
except in the occasional nightmare.

But that isn’t the exact truth
I came to know in these later years
of a life which used to be happy.

One night the boogieman came
and he still haunts me to this day,
no matter what time is on the clock.

The boogieman came to torture me,
to haunt me, to criticize my every move.

He follows me
to let me know
he is there, that he can do harm
as he wishes, as he pleases,
and there’s nothing I can do.

The boogieman controls many moves
I make; it frightens me forever
to know, in order to survive,
I must live with the boogieman’s torment.

If I want to survive, to breathe,
I need to remember, need to live with,
the memories of the boogieman,
which the boogieman says is my fault.

The boogieman will always survive,
but can I survive a life
full of boogieman memories?

Oh darn tooten right
I can and will survive.