True Soledad

What day is it today?
My phone says July 16th.
How long have I been here?
A couple of days? Maybe a week?
If these marks on the ceiling
indicate what I think,
then I've gone 12 whole days
without a soul to speak.
Alone in my cave
and not a single peep,
so I spoke to myself
to get to know me.

At first this was grand
I kept on repeating
"what a brilliant plan!"
but as days passed
things were hitting the fan.
The voices I was hearing 
were out of my command,
one after the other
it was getting out of hand.
I started to go berserk 
in my attempt to understand.

Some said I was beautiful
"one of a kind"
while others spoke of my past
and things that I hide.
Hundreds of whispers 
all intertwined,
where were they coming from
in front or behind?
I tried to find peace 
but was lost in my mind.
I spent too many days 
away from mankind.