When nobody is around
(and even when they are)
I find myself talking
be it silent or not

I ask myself questions
I complain about life
There's nobody to answer
and tell me
if I'm wrong
or I'm right

I make lists
in my head
of things i must do
when I should eat
what I will wear
jeans? leggings?
which pair of shoes?

I tell myself
how I feel
I write poems
in my head

I talk to my childen,
my grandchildren
my Mom and my Dad
I talk to the picture
that hangs
on my wall!

I don't think
I'm so different
than anyone else
talking to oneself
is normal
when nobody is there
to listen
and tell you
you're wrong

03/23/2009

Author's Note: Comments, anyone????

Posted on 03/23/2009
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