Most of My Life, my thoughts have been near constantly dominated by what 

I can only describe to be a + Detached, Internal Narrator+ 

a 

voice that is ME, yet NOT ME. 

" Conscience"many would declare it; but for me it seems more Distinct/Separate from what certain Philosophers call The "I" Inside. Or, The Thing-in-Self. 

As a very young kid I thought it was God, or some variety of Angel. But since then I've grown to doubt the Judeo-Christian shit raped into my mind before the age of consent