My Freind

I am controlled by how I feel,
My parents see a mound, I view a hill,
I watch the sun crawl across the floor,
Mt friend sits with me, wanting more,
Clothes are removed, school clothes placed on,
My friend stares at my naked body; do I feel right or wrong?
Breakfast is consumed; my friend is ignored by my mother,
My friend is made fun of by my younger brother,
Sitting in the car I know my friend can lie,
However, he remains a truth that wants me to cry,
During school hours, he doesn't exist, I pretend,
I create, what you consider, freaky pictures, from you I defend,
At times, my friend is an umbrella in the rain,
A pure soul protecting me from pain,
Other times, he makes me hate my life,
The voice that surfaces when staring at a moving knife,
Art is my escape, a consistent friend,
Fighting the temptation of an early end,
I attempt to explain, my thoughts that stay,
You are to different to understand me, you walk away,
I am controlled by how I feel,
My friend is a product of schizophrenia, he's not real.