Mind-Reader

I wish that I could read the minds of

Those people I see every day. I wish

I could know what goes through their

Heads when they see me walking their

Way. The conversations unheard and

Sliding of eyes, unknown to those they’re

About; are they looking at me? Did I do

Something wrong? Is this all that high

School’s about?  If I could read minds

I would just know if friends were genuine

Or if they were false. I’d look past the

Laughter, the teasing, the hugs and see if

They’re worthy of a good friend’s love.

Granted, I’ve been hurt many a-time

And this wish would likely come also

A curse, but things could be worse.