I'm matching all my smiles
with every pair of shoes
and tying knots in every
handshake;
I've made a collection out
of friends.
I wear one for every weather
and there's a pair for every
mood.

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I always ask too much
of my imaginary friend.
She holds a weight upon
her shoulders that's causing
her to bend.
I tell her all about my troubles
and talk to her when no one
else can be found
the trouble is I forget,
whether she is me,
or I am it.

(everyone discusses
aloud their day
when they've been alone far
too long this way.)