As I sat there looking at you, I wished for one thing: I wished that you could tell what thoughts were running wild behind my eyes so that I could be less sad. If you could read my mind, I wouldn’t have to worry about finding the courage to tell you.
I find great sadness in not being brave enough to tell you what I think most of the time and I’m tiring myself out. I only have the courage to write these things down; I’m a coward.
I’m always scared to tell you my thoughts because I fear you will pass judgment because you do that so often, but maybe, if you could read my mind, you would get used to knowing every detail about me and would learn to love me for some of my most scariest thoughts or weirdest daydreams.
I wish you could read my mind and see how much I love you and how much I wish you’d show me more affection. I wish you could read my mind and know that your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world.
I wish you could read my mind and know when you’ve done something to hurt me. I wish you could know me as well as I know myself.
I want you to look at me and be able to know what thought fuels my facial expressions. That way, when I’m sad or confused, you could say the words to calm my thoughts or when I’m happy and excited, you could know that you’re the reason for that.
It would make my life easier and I wouldn’t find that I’ve been keeping so much in because, sadly, that’s what I do best.
I’m so good at keeping myself and my thoughts in and downgrading my opinion to not come off strong.
I want you to look at me and be able to tell exactly what goes on in my head. I’d want nothing more.