Maybe I'm angry, maybe I'm upset.
Maybe I'm pissed and just want to vent.
Maybe I'm hurt, maybe I'm in pain.
Maybe I've been cut and the scars still remain.
Maybe I'm dejected, maybe I'm depressed.
Maybe I'm broken, and I'm just hopeless.
Maybe I'm afraid, maybe I'm scared.
Maybe I'm frightened, so I hide under the bed.
Maybe I cheated, maybe I was unfaithful.
Maybe I'm guilty and I feel really shameful.
Maybe I lied, maybe I was untrue.
Maybe it was a fab that I gave to you.
Maybe I cried, maybe I wept.
Maybe I grieved about their deaths.
Maybe I'm broken, maybe I'm crushed.
Maybe I never recovered after that occurred.
Maybe I love you, maybe I care.
Maybe in the recess of my heart, you are still there.
Maybe it was consensual, maybe it was rape.
Maybe it was out of wedlock that this life was shaped.
Maybe she was your sister, and now your bride.
Maybe that's the secret of your perfect family.
Maybe this is fiction, maybe it is true.
Maybe this is poetry, maybe it's for you.
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