Am I feeling what you’re feeling

Do I have a view inside

Is it empathy or arrogance

To think I know your mind

I’m upset when you’re upset

That I’m upset tha— stop.

Is it insight or insanity

To guess what’s in your thoughts

Sometimes when I’m in tune

with all your nuances and moods

With things I couldn’t, shouldn’t know

But feel as though I do

I wonder if I’m penning my own

Stories onto you

Tales I’ve written with my eyes closed,

Woke, and read like something new