Monologue Within A Dialogue

Should I call it a part eight?

It didn’t mean anything at first.
So what happened?
What changed?
Did I simply just grow on you?
No, nothing is ever simple.
Complex individuals bending and forming whatever shape suits the moment.
Yes, you.
It’s always you.
Someone disturbing my peace and quite.
Trying to break into my locked away thoughts.
No one ever understands.
That’s what we all say.
I’m no different.
Calling myself the exception.
And then you, again, feeding my alter ego.
Silly you.
Silly me.
This isn’t real.
But then what is?

Author's Note

I'm not sure this should be called poetry, really it's just crap.
Still I like it, so hope you too can find something to like with it too.

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

^^ I love it, it has some sort of feeling to it, as if I'm reading the thoughts of insanity or so. Very creative, as I read it, I read it out loud trying to impersonate different characters in the way you marked it with the itallic and normal writing, it was quite fun, artistic in a way not many people enjoy perhaps, well, at least not where I live. Excellent writing.

[Moflo]

I love the title of this work, it couldn't have been chosen any better. I love how the "Dialogue" aspect creeps into what should be a "monologue," really demonstrates some kind of grip on the narrators mind. Great write.

[TinBer]

Peace and quite, right? You wrote "piece". Or is there a thougt behind that?