...

see how i cope
while you sink so low
to make me feel worse
than you.

and whenever we dispute
i tend to choose
the weaker argument
so i lose.

all i can grasp
is that you're a walking contradiction
maybe one day you'll get over this fiction
and step into the light.

you'll see me there,
a silhouette by my side
and wonder at what we stare.

and i'd gladly introduce you
to my new best mate.
but imaginary friends
can't shake hands.