Maybe It's Me Poem by Timothy Long

Maybe it's my fault I'm treating you this way, maybe it's not their fault I'm treated like that, maybe it's not because their mean, but maybe their starting to see the truth about me, is happiness real or is it just a made up word more few fools, maybe I should run away from everyone be a lone survivor of the teenage against war, maybe I will feel the better nature of my angels, is it possible to unforget the loneliness feeling I have and maybe just maybe go to where I used to be before I met her, maybe it was my abuse as kid from 2 or 5 from 2 different men, I don't ever speak of been done to me by others or even by my own deeds, maybe I'm meant to be alone, maybe the right of liberty is not for me, I have no more words to offer or say, maybe these should be my last aching, maybe it's my favor