If you could read my mind,
Youād see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
Youād hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
Youād see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youād hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
āIām tired,ā
āIām a failure,ā
āIām stupid āā
I know it sounds stupid,
Itās pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youād feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youād see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youād see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youād hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youād see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youād see the face
Iāve failed to show back then,
The face Iāve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youād see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youād be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.