Mind Reading

If you could read my mind
You would see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poems
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
You would hear horrible screams
And ear splitting weeps
From shattered dreams
Kept in a nasty note pad
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words
Ringing in my head

If you could read my mind
You would see the shadows
That lurk within me
You would hear screeching of the words
I am tired
I am a failure
I am shit
I know it sounds dramatic
It is pathetically foolish
And seems non nonsensical

If you could read my mind
You would feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry
You would see the people
That make the weak weaker
You would see the monsters
That consume my head

If you could read my mind
You would see the face
I have failed to show back then
The face I have faked back then

If you could read my mind
You would see a character
I had ever failed to become

If you could read my mind
You would be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read

But still I consider myself very lucky
That you can read my mind!

- Nirmohi