They’re quiet today.

The voices in my head

I’m struggling for nonchalance 

So they’re unsure how to react

They’re not all bad for me, you see

But I like the silence. I really do 

When neither friend nor foe is speaking

And my mind can take a nap, with both eyes closed

But I’m losing the battle for nonchalance

And a stirring I can feel…’shit, who’s up?’

If I pet them will they be nice

Or should I yell and pray I’m the bigger bully 

For now they’re alert and so am I

And so it starts…my mind and I 

Against the tenants and the squatters we’re unable to evict