Maybe

Maybe I'm just broken.
Maybe I was never really whole.
Maybe my words are as empty as wind.
Maybe I have good friends of mine.
Maybe I never knew a good soul.
Maybe I everything I know is false.
Maybe all my truths add up to naught.

Or, better yet:

Maybe all these doubts are unneeded.
Maybe I shouldn't let them define me.
Maybe this life should be enjoyed to its fullest.
Maybe I ought to just be happy.
Maybe it’s all just negative disillusions.
Maybe I'm overthinking it all.

Maybe, just maybe, if I keep my head up straight.
Maybe, just maybe, if I keep the smile to my face.
Maybe, just maybe, if I keep optimistic in the end.
Then maybe, just maybe, all will turn out alright.