Maybe (a poem)

Maybe the rain is the way God use to give comfort to the broken hearted like me

Maybe people who wears glasses aren’t actually that smart like myself

Maybe the moon is actually a mood of sadness for the sky or the sun

Maybe that’s why I like the moon

Maybe the stars comes out at night, because that’s the only time they feel safe from the world and admired by many

Maybe that’s why I love the night time

Maybe been alone was right all along just like the lonely moon

Maybe I need to stay out

Maybe I should talk

Maybe I shouldn’t

Maybe I should start over

Maybe I should make it work

Maybe I’m worn out

Maybe I’m tired

Maybe I should stop feeling hurt

Maybe they weren’t that bad

Maybe I am the problem

Maybe I’m been too dramatic

Maybe I overthink

Maybe I was never what they needed

Maybe I care too much

Maybe when you see this

Maybe then you know my reasons

Maybe…..

just maybe I’m a maybe