Maybe I'm all wrong Maybe I'm wrong Maybe I was meant to sing A very different song Maybe my weakness Is being too strong- Minded Maybe my open-mindedness Should be closed Maybe I need therapy Maybe I wasn't meant to be Happy Maybe I should give up Maybe I should end It now Maybe I should first ask myself "How?" Maybe someone will burst my bubble And save me the trouble Maybe The End is near Maybe my best friend should be fear Maybe Christ is coming today Maybe I should pray Maybe I should start going to church on Sundays And also on weekdays Maybe I'm a paranoid Humanoid Maybe I'm not even that Maybe I'm just a microscopic stat- Istic Maybe I'm not a tree Maybe I'm just a stick Maybe Virginity Isn't what it's cut out to be Maybe Fidelity Only belongs in books of history Maybe Matrimony Will always turn a blind eye to me Maybe this poem is all wrong Maybe I'm wrong.
Reason for writing:
Reason/inspiration? Depression!:-)
Birth sign: Leo
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