Conversation for One

How is it
The first sign of insanity
Coincides with the ability
To keep oneself company
Vanity I suppose
My reflection
The inflection of my sound
Out loud
Replays in my inner ear
Occasionally toiled by the fear
Is this simply resourceful
Or am I crossing over
Into the uncertain
The realm of mad hats

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But no
It is not so
The internal monologue
I know
I am not the only one there
Yet mine
Often in the open air
A habit
A child learns to suppress
And yet
Mine remains
Somehow sustains itself
Persistent in its presence
It has always been in me
My essence

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I am aware
Of the assumption
The judgement that must come
In its revelation
In overhearing
Less endearing
Than concerning
But I am learning its value
For my brain
No less sane
Processing fear and pain
Aloud
No external being
No seeing
Only clarity
Of thought and mind

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And if I find
A way to internalise
To tame the sound
To grow the child
To fit with the mild
Then I may
But today
I embrace my voice
My conversation
My company
My therapy
My circular friendship with my brain
Keeps me sane
Lets me hear myself
Think