If You Could Read My Mind...

If you could read my mind, If you could, With but a glance Stare deep into my soul Would you make sense for me From the nonsense and confusion and tears and laughter pouring like rain without clouds from my dreams and old stories and feel all the dizziness until I don't know which way is up and... If you could hear my confessions, If you read my poetry, Peeked at my diary And through the random thoughts Gossip and phrases in Spanish, Japanese, and Latin Would you tell me, Translate for me The run-on sentences and the ideas that don't stop when my words end and the motion of my fingers that's nearly as fast as my thought and yet too slow for me and I'm making no sense but I can't find an eraser so you'll just have to sit through it while I fix my gramatical errors and... If you could hear my voice, If you could, Listening to my whispers In dark empty rooms Would you listen to me About white-knuckle pain and fear still unceasing and how I've kept silent until I can't talk anymore and the chaos is tearing me apart from the inside and I am so lonely and cold in the summer when I look at you and know you don't see me, won't see me and... If you could read my mind, If you could, Even then, would you know what I'm thinking? Or would it just be a string of abstraction running on and on until we're both out of breath and you're so far away but I don't know how to change it or if I can or if I even want to or what I want, do I know anything, but if you're still reading this and still hearing then don't you just wonder why I keep on talking yet I'm saying nothing and... And so I turn away.