They say things are not always as they seem
Maybe it is true
Because, maybe if things were clear as crystal,
We may not enjoy life as much as we do
Or we may not have wonderful stories to tell.
So maybe, it is right to look at the world from a different angle
And see things a little differently.
So, maybe, that girl, you think is proud, rude and bitchy
Only puts up a tough exterior
For the fear of letting people in
Cuz she's been hurt before
Or maybe she feels so insecure she thinks bitchiness is the best way to mark a superior territory.
Maybe, that lad who is the life of the party
The one who throws every party, brings a barrel of beer
Throws his hands up in the air
Ends up in emptiness
When the party is over
Silence enveloping his entire being.
Just maybe that introverted girl
The one who walks with her head bent, staring into her phone, scrolling through old messages,
Headset plugged deep inside her ears
May not be a snub
Maybe she is afraid
Maybe she feels little, inferior
Maybe she's socially awkward
And her space is just safest for her.
That guy who is tagged a Casanova,
Never sticking to a lady,
The one who pushes people away
Maybe he has seen love tear up in his eyes
Maybe a divorced parent
So maybe a fear has crept inside of him, lived inside of him
A fear of commitment, of love
Or maybe he is completely oblivious to what love is.
And that aggressive boy
The one who shouts, yells, punches his fist into a wall
Maybe that is the world he comes from
Maybe that is the way he was raised,
Maybe he is damaged
So maybe the maybes don't matter
Maybe, that is just how it is.
But maybe it is not
And we could help each other out
Giving a benefit of doubt
Maybe instead of judging, we could help fix each other
And then maybe, the world would be better
Or maybe not.