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 is 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;

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 consumes 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,
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.