maybe it is just too scary to open up,
the judging looks invalidate what you feel
the fear completely destroys you and engulfs
all the courage and strength that's left
inside the wounded body of a pretend soldier

or maybe not.

maybe we really got each other's back,
softly patting of heads, and caressing of the hair
sweet kisses blown in the air
things that happen when we're together
parting ways, we become strangers

or maybe not.

maybe it is just all in my mind,
that we're on the other side of bad
not the worst
we're good together but not the best
we fit each other's missing piece
but hurt each other so we could fit
in the world we think we should be, at ease

or maybe not.

maybe the truth really creates a fool,
with eyes, it's still blind
could see but refuses to accept

maybe i'm a fool,
who believes i'm not.