We have to write a short monologue for one of my classes, this is what I came up with.... It's a Schizophrenic girl talking to her shrink... What do you think? (Ha, I accidentally rhymed....)

“It’s not real. He’s not real. They’re not real.”
You know what? Maybe you’re right! Maybe you can’t see them, maybe they don’t exist in this world!
But they exist to me.
You want to know why?
Because I believe! I have an open mind! Only I can hear them because I’m the only one who’s willing to listen. I’m still just a child at heart, YOU told me that the other day! So why can’t I have my imaginary friends to keep me company? Why can’t I dress like a pirate and fight dragons in my bedroom? Why can’t I keep waiting for a mad man to come and take me away?
You’re religious, right? You believe there’s a god- and that we are his children…
God can make all things, so why can’t his daughter just make her own reality?