no one dreams in third person
no one thinks about you as much as you think they do
you anguish over how you hope they saw you
over whether you think they’ll call you
you worry about a vague impression
a choice of words
a mere digression
no one’s mind sees another better
than it thinks it sees itself
we’re always harsher critics
when it comes to our own lives
go ahead, beat yourself up a little more
tell yourself you’re ugly
fail before you even try
no one cares about your final score more than you do
no one’s watching
it only feels like the eyes are always on you
no one dreams in third person
it’s only in stories, contrived fantasies
that omniscient gods have more insight
than the main characters do
in real life, there’s ME and YOU
and a vast gulf between us
where you rule your kingdom
and I rule mine
and only sometimes, in those rare, true, and sacred moments
can my consciousness kiss yours
and for the briefest of instants,
thoughts about me
mean thoughts about you
Franco Amati 2021
