That we want heard aloud, yet not, in a way
We talk to ourselves when we're feeling not quite
Up to expressing so proper and right
We talk to ourselves when no one is there,
We talk to ourselves when no one will care
What we have to say or how it is said
Just to get out a thought that's stuck in our head
How shocked are we when someone does ask
"What did you say?" It then becomes a task
So they'll not ponder on our mental health,
We say, "Nothing really, talking to my self,"
As if that's a thing that one ought to do
Like it is as common as tying one's shoe
We're often shocked at the reply, too-
"Don't worry dear, I do that, too!"
Kelly
