Grinding My Gums

If I could see into your mind I wonder of all the mischief I'd find I bet I'd see memories you'd like left behind or I'd see your rationale that was forced to resign By your ego and pride and lack of humility the parts of you that I hide when they start to appear in me I'd see the dreams and ambitions and hopes that end suddenly and maybe just a little shame sneaking in rather subtly Would I be able to face your inner thoughts ringing clear? would you think all the thoughts I never wanted to hear and shine a light on the subjects I've always feared? would I receive any wisdom, at all, for my future years? Or would I only find tears? I've always thought too much of what goes on in your head the insecurities haunt me as I lay in my bed the worry, wonder and heartache I wish I could shed as I sit and I wait until these feelings are dead but what if, for some reason, that day never comes? then I may go insane, take my place with the bums and live out my days in a shack in the slums my teeth already ground and I'll be grinding my gums.