Afraid of the dark - A poem

Something is in my ceiling.
They watch me through the vent.
I can't see them but they are watching

There is something in my closet.
I know there is not but I can feel their glare.
They are waiting for me to fall asleep
They are waiting for me to turn my lights off

Someone in in my mirrors
The bathroom
My dinning room
My own bed room
They can see me. They are watching

There is something under my bed
They push on my mattress
Theh arn't really there
But what if they are?

There's a man in my chair.
I want him to leave
I must not move.
He'll see me

Why am I still afraid of the dark?
Its not real.
No one is there but me.
Only me