R. Prince Writes

IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND:

If you could read my mind,

You’d 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,

You’d 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,

You’d see the shadows

That lurk within me.

You’d hear the bellows,

Screeching the words

“I’m tired,”

“I’m a failure,”

“I’m stupid –”

I know it sounds stupid,

It’s pathetically foolish

And seems like ***.

If you could read my mind,

You’d feel the tears

I had ever failed to cry.

You’d see the people

That make the weak weaker.

You’d see the monsters

That consume my head.

You’d hear the hollers

That failed to be freed

You’d see the heart

That still bleeds and bleeds.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see the face

I’ve failed to show back then,

The face I’ve faked back then.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see a character

I had ever failed to become

If you could read my mind,

You’d be able to read

A book you never wished

To touch and read,

But sometimes I still wish

Someone could read my mind.