I am a monster 

an under your bed type of monster 

a "you thought you saw me in the corner but it was just a shadow" monster 

a "your mom just called you by your full name" type of monster 

the type of monster that they tell stories about 

shuffling awkwardly on mismatched limbs

but frankenstein didn't make me in a lab type of monster 

I have fangs and a mean bite 

meaner than that one dog that lives on your street 

I hunch over nightmares and I never really talk in a way that makes sense 

monosyllabic sentences and hisses are what escapes my lips 

I'm a "children stare at me on the street" type of monster 

so why aren't you afraid of me?