Those Voices Inside My Head by A. Dacosta Brathway

I tell them...
to shut up,
But they diss me...
I wish they would flee
from inside...

My head is on overload
about to explode
from the lexicon
that resides deep w/in,
from all the coffee house chatter...

Does it matter...(?)

That I am forced to listen
by my admission
in allowance
of said dialogue to take place
in my space...

Like domestic critters
on dropped food...

How rude
not to include
me in on the conversation
w/out reservation...

And so I lie there
listening to
what they chose to review...

And,

Then,

I do,
what they recommend me
to...

Those voices inside my head!

(c) A. Dacosta Brathway