IMAGINARY FRIENDS...

07,January,2021 by

He greets me every morning, the boy you cannot see

I often hear him talking as he walks with me,

My parents seem bewildered by my special friend,

As do all the neighbourhood, who cannot comprehend.

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At night he sleeps beside me, in my single bed,

Each morning I can sense him, messing with my head,

Implanting his opinions, deep within my mind,

Leaving all reality, trailing far behind.

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People who have witnessed me, talking to my mate,

Suggest I see a specialist, before it is too late,

They claim I am delusional, rife with mental health,

Stating it's not natural, when talking to oneself.

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Still I hear his messages, every single day,

My friend who is so special, and will not go away,

They say I'm schizophrenic, which seems a little odd,

Especially as these people, claim to hear the voice of god...

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