Just Another Day

Mind: Why aren't you talking?

Me: ...Why do you seem so happy about it?

Mind: Why are you avoiding my question?

Me: ...Well, don't you enjoy torturing me more than anything.

Mind: I didn't think I'd hit a nerve by just talking to you.

Me: And I didn't think that you'd still be here after everything that's happening.

Mind: Oh, and how the tables have turned. What's this all about now, hmm?

Me: You and I are the same. How could you not know. You act like you're an entirely different person half of the time.

Mind: I might as well be. We barely think the same, after all.

Me: ...I am such a schizophrenic.

Mind: Is that why you're not talking? Are you afraid?

Me: If you're so content with my fears I might as well just stop talking to you, too.

Mind: Hmm? No, no, that's not it at all.

Me: So, you're just here to toy with me, is that it?

Mind: What else am I supposed to do for entertainment?

Me: ...Go find someone else, please...

Mind: Giving up?

Me: No. I haven't given up. Just...done.