they never wonder about her mind
the racing thoughts
the never-ending fear
the rapid emotions

they pursue what they see through the eye
the visual

but her mind cannot be seen
only imagined

if you could see her mind
you'd see a swirling tornado
never ending
picking up random **** as it wanders
making it a part of itsown

but they never wonder about her mind when they see the visual

when they see the content girl
the fake smile on her face
her hair flowing in brown waves
her nails painted a soft yellow
and they are satisfied with the visual
if only they could see her mind.