I chatter constantly
inside my head,
but to you I must seem silent, as remote
as a wild animal, distant by instinct.
All day it never stops,
continuing for half the night.
How I deluge you, and myself,
though my lips stay as still as a rock in a stream.
Leave, then, shaking your head,
thinking "why doesn't she even try?"
I do nothing but talk, confide, confess,
but even as you go, I stay feral
for Magaly's "I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream" prompt at Real Toads.