Title: People thoughts
by Al | in writing, poetry
My head.
I am in it,
Sort of.
I am controlled by
My head.
Do I control it, too?
It feels, to me,
In a physical sense,
Like the centre of my world.
Because it is
The place from which
I see.
I sit on a bench
And smile at strangers.
Some look back at me
With confusion in their eyes.
Their heads are saying,
'Why is that head
Smiling at me?
Weirdo.'
But these words,
I taste them on the air.
They do not reach
Their mouths.
Neither does an answering smile.
Others pretend
That they do not see me.
Their heads turned away.
'If I do not look,'
They think in their heads,
'That head will not know
That my head has seen it.'
A very few
Smile back.
If I weren't already smiling,
I would smile.
Is it not weird that we have a constant commentry going on in our heads that noone else hears?
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