when i was little
i used to play with them
my best friends
one was very very clean and orderly
and there were twins
one that laughed
one that cried
there was one that was a different person
every time i saw him
one always distracted me
there is one that told me scary stories
about strangers who wanted to hurt me
one always brought up painful memories
that one looked like my brother
one that plays with letters and words
so i can't read them straight
and the last one stole my memories
the more important... the faster he stole them
when i was little
i used to play with them
my best friends
deep in my mind
when i grew up
they disappeared
behind the haze of pills
people called them... diseases?
my best friends... were bad for me?
my best friends... are now gone...
i liked when i was little
playing with those monsters in my head
they were not hurting me
so why take them away?
to be normal?
i would rather have my friends
and be happy
then be normal...