Imaginary Friend

What can you remember from childhood? The memory of friends still haunt. Being lonely and an outcast, I created my own. One in particular, not really a friend; I found out too late. First there were games and fun, Secrets that no one would ever know. Then those games turned into danger and unimaginable terror. I told myself that he was mine and of me, So there was no way he could hurt; I was wrong. I made my escape, but others were not so lucky. I found happiness and love again; Expecting children of my own. They will never know my pain, Nor feel the misery for themselves. But… He watches and waits.