Imaginary Friends

Imaginary Friends

You say that I am
Empty,
But that is not
True.

I am half
Full.

You tell others that I am
Blind,
But that is a
Lie.

My vision is
Skewed.

You accuse me of being
Fictitious,
But that is mere
Speculation.

I am a waking dream
In your reality.

As real and alive
As anyone else.
So why must you make me so
Imperfect?

Are we not friends?


Copyright © 2008 Jarred Lee