Monsters or me?

Like clay kneading to your touch, 
I mold you into shapes, 
Into monsters and goblins, 
I tickle your belly and tease your tendrils, 
My sunny little munchkin on a wintry day.

Sometimes it’s not so warm, you run through me 
causing goosebumps all over. 
Sometimes you’re dark so dark,
you twist my mind into knots
you leave me heaving amidst a crowd. 
I try to push you away but you cheeky scoundrel took 
my ego first and left me my insecurities.
How do I leave you now? 
You let me fly or is it falling I don’t know anymore.

Leave me goblins….
leave me monsters….

Plot twist? 
Me the goblin, me the monster.