Internal Dialogues Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I heard it isn't hard
to pen a play.
divide your mind in parts
then let them
act out conflicts,
state with feeling
Every fact or fib
you get to write
the words they say.
I replay conversations in my head
'I should have...'
or 'I'll tell...'
when next we speak. 
You talk so seldom. 
When you do 
you tweak my words
or quote some phrase I never said.
I feel as if I'm stuck within a scene,
one more reluctant villain
in your cast of
parents, foes and lovers 
from your past,
all victims of 
your self-esteem machine. 
Since you're not fighting fair
and I feel gypped,
Please go away.
Remove me from your script.