Imaginary Friends

My imaginary friends.

I envy your freedom,

I loathe your ruthless boldness,

Looks on your faces,

And your shifty eyed twitches.

My imaginary friends.

Why do you remind me in the end?

Of every broken conversation,

That you are pixels of my brain.

My imaginary friends.

You make me murmur, 

Shattering every sense,

Like the mad man on a park bench.

My imaginary friends.

Thank you for your presence.

Thank you for your silence.