I wonder what you see.
Do you see my good side,
Or my bad side?
This troubles me.
Not knowing just who
You perceive me to be.
Though I’ll be the first to admit,
I’m not sure how I perceive myself.
I think to myself,
“If I could only know your thoughts when I first walk in,
Just for the first couple seconds you saw me.”
Then, I realize,
That would never satisfy my curiosity.
I would only know your view of me
In that particular circumstance.
I come to the understanding that,
In order to be satisfied,
I would have to know your every thought.
However, that would not satisfy me at all,
As it would simply ruin everything.
Our friendship would die.
If I knew your every thought,
It would be pointless to even have a conversation.
And spending time with you would be a bore.
No matter how much I want to know what you’re thinking,
I would never want to know your thoughts.