I can read  minds, you know, and it’s not always pleasant. 
Like right now, you’re showing interest and kind of nodding along like you totally buy into what I’m telling you, because 
that’s the persona you want to project: openmindedness.
But what you’re really thinking is that my purported ability to 
read minds is totally bonkers, and I must be, too. 

We all have personas that we try to sell.
Intellectual, confident, bad ass, honest and open…
Yep, that last one is a projection, too. I mean, maybe you are 
honest and open. I’m not saying you aren’t. 
But you also want to be seen as honest and open,
because that’s your persona. 

So here’s the problem with reading minds:
I can read who you are, who you think you are, 
who you think other people think you are,
who you wish you were, who you wish others would think you were…
That's a lot of reading, and -- as I said -- not so pleasant. 

So, what about me? Who am I? Who do I think I am? 
Who do other people think I am? Besides bonkers, that is. 
I really haven’t a clue. What do you think I am, a mind reader? 

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Six prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: In your poem today, try writing with a breezy, conversational tone, while including at least one thing that could only happen in a dream.