Maybe

Maybe I'm the mismatched pair of socks,

The black sheep of the flock?

It feels good to be different sometimes,

Like the rainbow in a blue sky.

Maybe I should allow myself to shine, when I'm alone with no desire to fight with time?

I wish to write the way I think, 

Like an obsessive compulsive yapper

Express the words without a blink. 

Maybe I should admire the scars and cracks more often, 

As the light shines and darkness softens.

Wait let me drown this, 

I'll bury the maybe and just do it, 

And be the dramatic poetic who sometimes looses it.

-Anahita