Insanity

There is a voice in my head that never stops speaking.

It says the same thing. Always the same words, over, and over, and over.

It is speaking while I am speaking and it interrupts the silence so that there is never silence.

When I am awake and alert and a ‘functioning adult’, it is there.

When I am asleep and alone and a ‘dreaming child’, it is there.

I hear it when I want to.

I hear it when I don’t.

I hear it as I teeter on the edge of a ledge that I have teetered on many times before, only this time, just a bit higher, because this time, this time, I will fly.

There is a voice in my head that never stops speaking.

‘…and if it doesn’t work, try again… and if it doesn’t work, try again… and if it doesn’t work, try again…’