[SimpleSpence]

"I'm 25 and She's My Imaginary Friend"

As I think in mind,
And I walk up to the corner,
The little tiny corner,
That's when I realized that....
I like talking to myself,
I like singing to myself,
I like eatin', fightin', and writing to myself!!!
I like playing with rubber snakes and pretending they are real,
I like marching with my half chewn up stuffed animals!
That's because I don't really have any friends,
And the ones I do have really aren't mine I just like to claim em!
Even though they don't claim MEEEEEEEE!
But I still like...
Talking to myself,
I like singing to myself,
I like eatin', fightin', and writing to myself!!!!!!
I like playing with rubber snakes and pretending they are real,
I like marching with my half chewn up stuffed animals!
That's because I don't reall have any friends.....
*whispers on this part*
And the ones I do have....
Aren't really mine....
I just like to claim themmmmm!

[DarkPower]

hmm i liked it. at first when i read this poem i thought of my older brother who is like 28 just because hes a big kid. always playing with little ppl. but then you started talking about not having friends and it made me think of a lonely folower. someone who is too nice to make someone notice them enough to become a friend. a person that just sorta drifts from group to group but doesnt have one of his own. it was sorta sad.

[RENA HANDS]

An excellent poignant, self discovery submission.

A calculated error...

That's because I don't reall have any friends.....

You spelled out "really" in a previous sentence.

The blue coloring also gave an enhanced mood of saddness.