If you could read my mind, would you? Would you want to know how I think? How I feel, about you? Would you want to travel to the dark places, the coldest regions of my mind? If you could read my mind, would you want to know the lies my thoughts tell? The way I convince myself of things sometimes. The way I lie about being the person you see because I don’t want you to see me. The real me. If you could read my mind, would you even do it? Would you want to know what turns in my brain, what grinds around and won’t stop? The fears of not being what this world expects. That’s whats on my mind. Would you want to read all that?