Billy The Bat Talks To Himself

Do you always talk to yourself?
This is what people say
and I have to admit,
Yes. Even alone in the car
I talk; try to say out
the bits of glass imbedded
in my chromosomes. I talk
to the radio, and if
it wont hear me,
I turn it off.
It has to be quiet then;
can't help but listen. When
I walk
I mutter. If
I run
I mutter faster;
trying to keep up with the plotting sound of
my feet. Sometimes
people stare and if
I notice
I talk
to them. As I say out
I can see it in their eyes.
They wish they hadn't stared.

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