Lunacies of Madmen

I hear hundreds of voices,
Every waking moment.
So many all at once,
It's a jumbled mess I can't understand.
All of them constantly thinking out loud,
They never stop even to sleep.
Their thoughts keep me awake,
No matter how tired I am.
Hundreds yelling, fighting for the loudest voice.
On and on they ramble,
What is all of this?
The lunacies of madmen.
But nobody hears it,
Because they don't venture out of my head.
The insane asylum in my brain,
Do I run it or am I a patient?