Telepaths Aren't Real Poem by Neso Onyeuche

I sat beside the window sill
and watched the world turn gray
I didn't know what I should feel
so I just looked away

My thoughts were loud but made no sound
they bounced around my head
I tried to write them down one time
and I wrote this instead:

I think I'm sad, but not too much
I think I'm fine, but not enough
I think I laugh, but only when
I'm trying not to cry again

I wish I had a better way
to say the quiet thing I feel
but words are weird and kind of fake
and telepaths not real.