The real monsters.

[humility]

These are just the random thoughts of someone with no actual care about poetry and shouldn't be taken as anything else. But my gut feelings and thought of this poem are as follows. It doesn't have any earworm quality to it. And feels awkward to me when I say it aloud. As for the subject matter, kind of vapid imo.  Without a greater context it feels like a teenager or hollywood producer just trying to be generically edgy and deep, without actually applying any philosophical reasonings to achieve the depth. Its probably the use of the word 'real monsters' that gives me that feeling. If it had just been "for fear the monsters" then it would have left the emphasis imo on the creatures hiding. But by using the word 'real' it emphasizes humanity and implied evil doing.