If you could read my mind
What would you be likely to find?
Words I would never use
Thoughts that I abuse
How and why I pretend
Why the longings never end
Why being so proud
Never lets me cry out loud
Spirits from my past that
Haunt me still
Why I’m held against my will
Why love has evaded still
By turning each page you’ll soon realize
That reading someone’s mind
May not be very wise