Some Kind of Human
You won’t need me any more. I’ve done my job. I’ve helped you get where you are now, to shed the awkward skin you never really fit into and emerge as the confident person I always knew you were.
You won’t need me any more. And rightly so.
You haven’t needed me for a while now.
And that’s fine because I don’t need you either. That’s not my job, to need. To want. I’m just here to help and to hold and to love you when no one else will.
I’m your imaginary friend, and tomorrow I won’t exist any more because you won’t need me.
And that’s fine.
That’s fine.
For this.
You won’t need me any more. And rightly so.
You haven’t needed me for a while now.
And that’s fine because I don’t need you either. That’s not my job, to need. To want. I’m just here to help and to hold and to love you when no one else will.
I’m your imaginary friend, and tomorrow I won’t exist any more because you won’t need me.
And that’s fine.
That’s fine.
For this.