The voices in our heads

“I’m just high on madness.”
“Then I’m drunk on insanity.”
We met at school.
She was socially awkward and weird.
But as was I.
She had ‘a strangers voice’ in her head.
I had him.
We were so alike, yet we lived in two different worlds.
She was what they called ‘street scum’.
I was the son of a man with a high status.
She was loved and cared for by her mother.
My father hated me.
How could this ‘whatever it is’ possible ever work?
(Shade & Cat production)