My Companion

I would like to introduce you to a man,
who talks to me most frequently.

He contradicts and criticizes;
like the seasons he does change.

There are two people in my house;
although my name is on the lease.

When my landlord's feeling anxious 
Twice I will be phoned.

I'm satisfied the way things are
but I know I'll have to chose.
One day a simplification

before I tear myself in two.

I speak to you through paper

with words straight from a heart. 

By heaven I'm always lonely

though I've never been left alone.

My neighbours shrink in fear,
for they think I've lost the plot.

But soon you'll understand,
why the noises never stop.

I ask you, tell me painly

whose voice it is you hear.
From in between your ears,
who reads to you these words?

Who do you feel like 
when you do not feel yourself?
And why do you do 
the things you don't mean to?

My only malady is 
that he and I have never got along.
His existence seems destructive
and he doesn't share my goals.
 
He drives me close to madness
then reverses back again.

I have not a single train of thought,
with a solitary load.