I have a friend.

Her name is Jane.

She knows I’m crying,

When it starts to rain.

She knows I’m smiling,

When I’m in pain.

She knows I’m screaming,

When I’m silent.

She knows I’m lively,

So that others won't despise me.

She Knows I’m lonely,

When surrounded by people who know me.

She knows I’m independent,

When I’ve been neglected.

She knows me,

Because I’m not perfect.

I have a friend.

Her name is Jane.

She lives in my head.

Is that okay?