My friends and I

My friends
well i call them friends
but more like compatriots in a war
a war against normacly
and we are the social outcasts!

Enough of that,on with the poem!

I am mad well they tell me so
i fall down grates
they keep a tally of each one
i fall into flower beds a metre away
and drag mud all over the floor
and they laugh and so do i

i trip over chairs that never existed
till i walk past
i say i need a hit round the head to make me see better
so they hit me, not hard though mind
i get whacked with crutches
by accident
guitars also like my head too
maybe this accounts for my madness

they ask me Lights (christmas) or cinemas and i reply well
'Go to the Cinemas and you have the best of both, you need the lights
to see!'
They still remind me of it

but not only i am mad
Becci is mad
she falls over in giggles
comes out with silly phrases

Craig isn't gay but he's too nice to be straight
no offence
we love him really
he stands there and stares

Gemma squeals
and has hand actions for every thought

These are my friends and i'm proud to say this loud and true.
dont be embarasssed by your friends as your embarassing too!