He goes to school everyday,
and tries to gel in with the crowd.
He wants to be a part of things
and make lots of friends.

But no one looks at him.

And to keep his loneliness away,
he makes imaginary friends and talks to them.
Plays with them.
He is very creative and looks at everything as if it was alive.

He is scolded everyday at home,
and so he hides himself in his room
and tries to lose himself in his imagination.

He likes a lot of colors in his life
and he tries to forget his fears and anger.
He loves pasta.
When he gets angry,
he scribbles in his notebook or walls in anger.
He feels ashamed that he is not good at making his parents proud.
He thinks that they don't understand him.
He has no one to talk to,
That is why hes talking to me.