Imaginary Friends

I see through your eyes,

I feel through your hands;

I walk with your feet-

yet I'm another man.

 

Created by your thoughts

and built by your dreams,

I'm none other than lost

without you as a team.

 

I'm here if you need me.

I come and go-

yet you abuse me

letting others know:

 

That you're the saint

and I'm the devil;

even though i'm your imagination,

everyone sees me as the rebel.

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