No one else sees my friends
They are not invisible
Just gone

I always talk to them,
Ask them for advice,
Figure out my problems,
See if they like my ideas.

My friends are kind
Intelligent
Strange
They are not normal.
But neither am I.

People call me crazy
As I walk down the hall
Talking to my friends.

These people talk to their friends
Who can be cruel
Stupid
Utterly normal
And I think:
Who is the crazy one?