Plotting my Escape from My Abuser

If you could read my mind it would be more difficult for me to escape I have the craftiest plan but it will not work if you do read my mind I am a ghost here, you have taken all of my blood Bloodless, friendless and alone, I ponder my fate Do I have enough energy left to make a break for it? What if you catch me, will I be dead? If you could read my mind, you would know I am miserable Something I fear to tell you, for you are a mean pouter I plot my path, wanting to undertake a new journey It does not include you, but I wisely keep this hidden Because I fear your wrath, your temper and your meanness Because I am terrified of what you might do to me. Where is my dog? He disappeared a long time ago. If he is dead, where is his body? I plot my escape.