Maybe The Truth

Maybe the truth is
I have so much to offer
Maybe the truth is
I don't interact like a normal person
Maybe the truth is
I want to be alone
even though that's what kills me
Maybe the truth is
I imagine magic that isn't there
Maybe the truth is
I don't need to imagine
the magic is there in all of us
Maybe the truth is
I'm afraid
but aren't we all
Maybe the truth is
Most of us are noble and true
it's the bad ones that shit
on the parade

Alone At A Party

Talking up to the corner
Making friends with the snack bowl
The bathroom sure knows my name by now
It's where I've been hiding

Everyone else is so natural
like they're actually friends
So badly I want the same
but I've nothing to say

I drift through the room
like an aggressive decoration
A look here, an eyebrow raised there
I'm a phony so lonely
Hiding fear through smiles
While my eyes roll
among the floorboards