"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.
