You Have To Beleive To Meet My Freinds Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Hearing voices
You don't say.
I hear them all time.
I could rattle off a long list of names.
Each one is inside my head.
Fictional to you but not me.
Oh no they are real.
From there touch, taste, to smell.
Even what they wear.
Whole conversations, and jingles.
Even some outrageous stories.
I would introduce to some of them.
But that would require you to believe the way I do.
Believe the way a narcissist see himself the hero of his story.
If you don't believe how can you expect to hear or see.
Indeed a child forever in the land of fantasy.
But if that is the case, this one really messed up childhood.
No they are friends in my time of need, and you just get the sharing of the proceeds.