Multitudes

Who are all of these people in my head? I don't know any of them, and yet they know me so well. How can there be so many of them with me, and yet I'm so alone? They shout at me constantly, but they have nothing to say. Their constant reminders of nothing keep me awake at night, making me remember all that I've done wrong, whether in reality or in someone else's mind. They remind me of how many flaws I have and they argue with me as to whether ALL of them can be corrected. Most likely not. All of these years and the imperfections keep mounting, but the solutions become fewer. Well, it's time for US to try to figure this mess out,.. me and the multitudes that I spend my time with. Copyright: November 6, 2005