They babble in my head, all day and night

No one knows they're there, my silent warriors

Different shapes and sizes, saints and sinners alike

They live on the page, whispering to me ideas I both love and hate

They are all a part of me, even those ones who I can't stand 

Regardless of how I feel about them, they are always there

I can twist and change them, or just think of their presence

My imaginary characters, always there, always making me smile