Whats your boogyman?

When I was a little girl
I was afraid of the boogyman
weren't you?

But my googyman was real
My boogyman came
in the night
And made me scream

When I was a little girl I use to beg my mom to check
For boggmen under my bed
Didn't you?

But my mother didn't
And he came

When I was a little girl
Boogymen took my pride and innocence
And I havent been the same since
Are you?

[isn't it crazy to think whatever your boogyman is drugs, rapists, alchohol, hate, whatever it is, it changes us]