I Think

I think I might be wrong.

Wrong when I speak.

Wrong when I think.

Wrong when I think

of speaking.

 

I think I might be sad.

Sad about things I

really shouldn't be

sad about. Sad about

me.

 

I think you might be watching.

Watching me fail,

watching me hide from you

and people like you and unlike

me.

 

I think of you thinking of me

when you're thinking of no one

or nothing or if you

are thinking of everything

but.

 

I think I might be lonely.

That's why I write and

vent and avoid everyone.

Being lonely makes me want to

be.

 

I think I might be learning.

Learning to be wrong.

Learning to be lonely.

Learning to fail, gracefully

so.

 

I think it may be wrong.

Wrong to think of you as

I do. Wrong to wonder

"What if?" Right to know I'm

wrong.