Voices Inside of Me
I am lazy
Says the critic in me
I'm too hard on myself
Replies my kinder side
Maybe I can work harder?
My inner optimist chimes in
But what's the point?
Asks my depression
There isn't one
Blunt as always, my cold logic
But then there's no point in not trying either...
I say, it finally being MY turn to speak.
This is my head
My inner workings
How my mind operates
These small conversations
Eventually they conclude
I reach my verdict
My nerves move my muscles to meet chosen needs
My choices form a life
And that life forms me
But where do I start?
With talkative thoughts.
I am a neverending conversation
Of the most mundane variety
Never heard
But always being spoken