Coloring pages full of sadness,
Darkened circles with crazy madness.
With crayons in hand, I started to paint,
Reds and blacks, I was feeling blank.
No one to see my beautiful muse,
No one to look at, I was confused.
I needed direction, when I was a child,
Home all alone, loose but not wild
I talked to my friend,
the one you can't see,
you said I was crazy,
he made me believe.
We played many games
and talked many hours,
you went back to the closet,
I was in sorrows
Have I made you up?
My closest friend.
This family is gone,
I need you again.
Come back my companion,
I need you so.
Come out of my closet,
I will hold you close.
Have you ever had that imaginary friend?