What's going on in someones head is like looking at a wall. You don't know what's going on behind those thick or thin walls.
When you look at someone you can only wonder what they could be thinking.
You would never really know unless you ask, but even if you were to ask they could still lie and not tell you the full truth.
The mind of a person is an untold mystery, a story with pages torn out and hidden.
Sometimes a person might not even know what they are feeling or even why.
You can go up to a person and ask them if they are okay but they can always hide behind a fake feeling, a fake smile, a fake laugh.
It's a strange world in someones mind.
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The Unknown Mystery Of A Mind
Poetryjust somethin i wrote in sick bay one day so yeh