“this is your voice.” it says.

my mind rattles and
  my eyes shift this
  way and that in the
  kind of way that cartoon
  characters do when trying
  to demonstrate to very small
  children that danger (albeit the
  safe kind) is close at hand.

but this is my voice.  the one
  that i’m using right now to
  speak and i know what i
  sound like and it’s not you.

“fine.” it says with a long drawn
  out sigh.  “this is your other
  voice.”

well now, why didn’t you
  just say so.

a long pause ensues and
  i wonder if i’ve done gone
  and pissed off my other
  voice.
he doesn’t like to be mocked
  and frankly, i don’t quite
  like it when he’s angry with
  me cause then he starts
  singing old country songs
  and it drives me insane.

sorry.  what’s up?