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.
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