Come to think of  it,
maybe I do like keeping to myself
                    Never really was good with socializing with others
Maybe I do like the tears that fall from my eyes
     And can sometimes taste
                when no one is around
Maybe....just maybe  I like that
I never really could attract others
                              and sometimes I'm both happy and sad about it
Maybe I like retreating to the library
                        where the "the faerie tales are my friends and I can escape  "reality"
Even if its just for a little while
Maybe I do like losing myself in the music
    where I sometimes find myself dancing with the music
Maybe these little gestures I do to show I care
                    are what I would like for someone else to do for and to me
I don't know
I'm sitting here
with a few of the thoughts that cross my mind
oh so many times
In a room filled with people
                  voices that overlap each other
              Pens tapping And Paper flying
With  me still thinking
                                     *maybe