Maybe...

Maybe I’m a midlife star without a constellation.
Maybe I’m an afterthought that inspires no inspiration.
Maybe I’m self loathing hiding behind dead pan deprecation
Maybe I’m the road untaken because I have no destination.

Maybe I’m a lone wolf that hasn't found her pack.
Maybe I’m the wild card no one wants in the stack.
Maybe I’m a lost lamb that no one cares to track.
Maybe I’m Love’s vagrant and am clueless about what I lack.

Maybe I’m a traveler who's still searching for her path.
Maybe I’m an irrational number whose sum will never math.
Maybe I'm a feral thing that no one dares to trap.
Maybe I’m some born again wrong still deserving a deity’s wrath.

Maybe I’m a single tear but have no cheek to cling to
Maybe I’m a useless dream and have nothing I can bring you.
Maybe I’m a broken fighter with no more strength to swing through.
Maybe I’m a music note without a song to sing you.

Maybe I’m no angel and have fallen to the earth.
Maybe I’m some motherless spawn that now regrets her birth.
Maybe I’m a well meaning laugh whose timbre lacks all mirth.
Maybe I’m an unpolished rock that hasn't any worth.

Maybe I’m an arrow cupid doesn't want to shoot.
Maybe I’m a joker and will never have a suit.
Maybe I’m a distant thought whose purpose here is moot.
Maybe I’m a fragile leaf Life likes to stomp on with his boot.

Maybe I’m a dissertation caged behind a voiceless mouth.
Maybe I’m a raging rabid beast that's screaming to get out.
Maybe I should keep my truth a secret but my dumb mouth has to shout.
My surface might look confident but I'm a plethora of doubts.

Maybe I'm a misfit toy that no one wants to buy.
Maybe I’m an eager kiss that no one wants to try.
Maybe I’m Truth’s ugly cousin and no one tries to lie.
Sometimes I take a look at me and there's no need to wonder why.

Maybe I'm Hope’s harbinger that warns you're out of luck.
Maybe I'm Lust’s filthy bitch that you'll toss into the muck.
Maybe this looks like freedom but I feel uncomfortable and stuck.
Maybe I’m Love’s collateral damage and no one gives a flying fuck.

Maybe I’m the blooming plant; maybe I flowered way too late.
Maybe I’m just hurling desires that no one wants to take.
Maybe I’m that weird one that you would never wish to date.
Maybe I'm just a soul that will never have a mate.