Can She Read My Mind?

Can she read my mind?
can she see darkness not light?
Will she see the love and compassion,
that this heart got from her treasure

Can she read my mind?
can she see darkness not light?
Can she feel the pain I bear,
and the touch of love in the air

Could she see the things I do,
for her to give me a better view?
Does she like to see the wrath eat,
this heart that is not made of meat

Does she likes to see this heart to suffer?
to burn and let this soul die in anger
With no clarification and the action,
will she ignore this feeling of compassion?

But then again they couldn't answer,
the simple things about her
And the question remains clear and stronger
can she read my mind and let me suffer?