Not Meant to Be Mind Readers
Or can we sometimes though?
I have never felt quite comfortable with you,
never to myself, or to you, do I seem true.
I'll say one thing and mean another,
this is how I used to be with my brother.
I just kind of feel like a complete idiot when you're around,
when words tumble out they make an awful sound.
I just want to be myself,
but I'd rather hide on a bookshelf.
Hoping that I will collect dust and webs,
meanwhile, my brain continuously ebbs.
Sometimes I wish I could read your mind,
but that's a scary thought about what I might find.
Your limited rhetoric,
always seems a tad bit prehistoric.
But, it could be that my way lives on the stranger side,
honestly, I'm not sure, if in you, I will ever confide.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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