I’ve gathered coloured pencils

to draw the imaginary friends

that I can take with me anywhere,

even the mystery filled jail,

so then I can forget how much that one hates me,

those few love me,

and maybe some miss me

(but that one, she still hates me).

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these friends that I’ve drawn might be all that I’ll want,

though friends in the flesh are probably really what I need.

but until I grow up

and out of imaginary fairypixielovelybestbestbestreal friends,

I’m just here and a mess,

with no one to go too.