Rachel Young

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Mind Reader

We sit down to dinner at our usual time
With nothing much to say
An awkward moment stares us in the face
Silence as I try to read your mind
But I draw a blank and simply ask
“Honey, how was your day?”

“Fine,” you replied
As you sat there tapping your water glass
Staring off into the corner of the room
Hoping the moment would soon pass away
But the silence won’t subside
As we sit there with nothing much to say

I’m not a mind reader
I’m not a psychic, prophet either
I can’t tell you what’s wrong, can’t make it all better
When you try to hide, putting everything aside
Though I’ve tried and tried
I can’t read your mind

You talk about work, you talk about play
But when it comes down to certain things
Like what you’re thinking and feeling inside
You don’t have very much to say
There’s only silence and an awkward moment
As you tap your glass and look away

But I can see it in your eyes
I can sense the hurt and pain
And though we sit in silence, I can hear the cries
Of your soul that hold you down again
But I can’t get in and you won’t come out
I can’t read your mind so I’m left out in the dark

I can’t read your mind
I can’t touch your soul
I can’t feel your heart
I can’t heal your hurt
You won’t open up and I can’t get in
You’re afraid I’ll catch a glimpse
Of your greatest flaws
And your darkest sins

But I'm not here to condemn
I just want to understand

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