Imaginary Friend

January 3, 2010

I find myself crying in the middle of the day

If it had been beer instead of tears

I'd be looked at with disdain

I am breaking some new unwritten code

Not allowed to have wet eyes

Not allowed to have feelings that show

Too naked, too painful for others to see

The world around us is for liars

Can't escape the monotonous dream

To win is to lose, to forfeit to gain

Weaving our way through fairytales

To smother our shameful pain