Why can't you be real?
Oh! my imaginary friend,
The nights seem too heavy to pass,
And days too long to pretend.
That I am happy being alone,
That I don't need anyone,
But i search for you in every face.
When all is said and done,
And when I open my eyes.
I find disappointment instead,
You don't exist in the modern world,
You just live inside my head,
But what if I don't like the ordinary?,
And expressing this feels like a crime,
They say my thoughts are unreasonable.
And they say it everytime,
And the way I crave for unreal love,
Makes me wonder if they are right,
But even though fantasy is so much better.
Reality is something that I can't fight.
My mama says it's okay to think differently.
But I find it easier to pretend.
As it will hurt me more to acknowledge the fact.
That you can't be real, my imaginary friend
