"That's cute,

He has an imaginary friend."

"I wish he would stop,

Playing pretend."

"There's no such thing,

As monsters and spirits."

"What a loser,

Talking to himself since no one else wants to hear it."

"It's so sad,

Seeing someone so deluded."

From all I have seen and heard,

There is something that I have concluded.

Humans are blind,

Hiding behind quivering hands and shaky smiles.

Something cannot possibly be real,

If it can't be compiled into files.

I was born with opened eyes,

As all are.

I merely never closed them,

Quite as far.

I try for kindness,

Though I often come up short.

I would not have gotten here,

Without my wobbly and otherworldly support.

I'm not popular,

Nor a saint.

At least I know that,

If I were to see a spirit I wouldn't faint.

So judge,

And sneer.

At the boy,

Who can see too clear.