Maybe I'm not being
fair.
Maybe I'm letting the past interfere with the future.
Maybe I'm thinking too hard about things that don't
deserve to be thought about at all.
Maybe I just wanted things to be different.
And maybe I just thought that I wouldn't fall for that
again.
Maybe that's the kind of thing I was put here to deal
with.
Maybe I'm supposed to be the one to always be there for
people.
But maybe I start to wonder why I can be there and try to
understand other people,
and maybe I find it hard to understand why nobody seems to want
to put that kind of effort into me.
Maybe I'm not the kind of person that you think I am,
and maybe what you see is only what I let the outside show.
And maybe you think that my life is so perfect,
and maybe it is better than some people's
but maybe it isn't perfect and maybe I hate it when people
assume that it is.
Maybe I'm a sad person and maybe I have no reason to be but
maybe that's just me
and maybe I want someone who cares enough to ask why I am so
sad
and maybe I just wish someone would stop believing me when I say
I'm fine.
But maybe I'm the problem and maybe I should keep faking my
strength and happiness
and maybe I should start living a pretend life that doesn't
really exist
but maybe I don't want to and maybe I just want someone to
understand
Maybe I just want someone to care and to believe in me and to do
more than think of themselves.
And maybe that's
too much to ask
and maybe I'm not being fair
but maybe that's all I really
need.
