Michael

There was once a boy named Michael, and his parents didn't believe in all the things that he could see. 

His sisters called him crazy, aunts and uncles laughed and glared, but Michael knew what he could see, was definitely there. 

You may call them ghosts or demons or maybe spirits, but Michael called them all his friends, because they were the only ones who cared.

 His friends would never leave him or glare in disbelief, his friends they never hit him for said, "You embarrass me!" 

One day Michael laid there, all alone in bed, and his friends came to visit as he tried to rest his little head.

 "Go away!" He screamed as tears fell down his face, but little did he know that going was his fate.

His friends took his little hands and pulled him out of bed.

 "We'll never hurt you Michael, we're only in your head. We are what you make us, friendly and evil too, but one thing you can count on is that we would never leave you."

 So Michael followed his little friends to the window sill.

 "Jump they said, we'll meet you at the bottom, and we can run to Neverland."

 So Michael jumped and there he was soaring above the clouds.

 "All the way to Neverland!" He cried, and Michael never died.