Blushing May As Well Be Telepathy

I’m never going to know
What goes on inside your head
Or anyone else’s
I’m stuck
Here in my own mind
Closed off
Locked in by the prison-walls of my skull
The electrical pulses sent out by my thoughts
Aren’t strong enough to broadcast
My every little whim
But I don’t need them to
When my face is clear enough
For all the world to read.