I often wish there was a book that recorded every moment I entered someone’s mind
I’ve always thought I was invisible and time and time it held true, but sometimes I wonder if maybe someone noticed me and made a place for me in their mind
Did a girl ever look at me and wish to emulate my style?
Did a boy ever think how he’d love to marry me if only I’d say yes?
Did a former teacher ever wonder what I was up to now?
Did someone ever see me and think that’s a girl I’d like to know?
I wonder what the book would say of all my enemies who have thought I don’t like her just because she has something I have not
I wonder if anyone thought I’d like to get lost in her blue eyes and uncover what they hide and if it takes a lifetime I’ll take it in stride
I wonder if I ever made someone’s day or made them cry
I wonder if someone has stayed up late with thoughts of me and wonder if I’m thinking of them too
Did someone ever look at me and hope one day their daughter looks the same?
Did a boy ever stare at me and want to kiss me in the rain?
Or did he ever see me out and want to know my name?
Sometimes I wonder if I enter anyone’s mind at all
Or maybe I’m just supposed to record what’s in my mind so others can read all the things they don’t know I’ve watched while I took up space
The crazy writer girl observes it all; I watch and see and think and write. There’s nothing that has escaped my eye
And that’s the thing that makes it hard: I know it all before the others; I can feel things that go unnoticed, but they never want me to reveal the secrets that I know or how I really feel
They act like they do but if I try it comes out all wrong and then I’m left to wonder why I didn’t keep it to myself
I wonder if I ever made it from someone’s mind to their heart and at each mention of my name their heart strings grow thin from the strain
I hope that I’ve made a difference and whenever I enter someone’s mind they remember how much I loved and cared for them even more than they knew
But if I could read a book that recorded every moment that I entered someone’s mind maybe I’d find blank pages like the space when I’m gone