My many friends, my friends they are.
I feel them, playing, talking, laughing,
singing, and sometimes crying or so sad.
They can hurt me, smile me, cry me,
love me, feel me and then suddenly,
I hear a lonely tear, falling near.
My many friends, my friends they are.
Whispers in my head... making me crazy..
Voices in my dreams... who are they?
They talk to me, whispering, shouting.
Shivering in fear, 'tis a- haunting.
"We love you"... they tell me...
"We'll take good care of you"... they say...
"We'll be your friends"... they laugh....
Yet I feel so doomed, so alone...
I hear them talking to each other,
finding ways to make me sad.
I have no choice but to trust them.
For they are in me,
and I am them...
My many friends, my friends they are.
Ferry E. Gerkema
