Maybe...I Am Nothing

Maybe I wear baggy jeans white socks and cheap flip-flops, tank tops and black nails polish and I'm not a social butterfly, Tucking away my physical pain and childhood sufferings Taunted by the world outside the box maybe I don't care about the things that make you love me, maybe you look at me and think: i am nothing. Maybe I dont like giving smiles regularly, greeting everyone i meet and maybe I allow my imagination to run wild, maybe you don't understand me and that's why you cannot see, that because im am imperfect i am nothing The world makes you believe your personality mustn't be noticed, your physical must be picture perfect and wear clothes just the best, to be accepted. Maybe I look at you and feel sorry that you let this cruel world change your perceptions and dreams, and yourself you'll never find. The creator made you as you are, as well as me, naked as Adam and Eve maybe coming into the world alone i'll leave the same this means I am something, Believing that maybe, just maybe the world is full of lies and if I must be nothing, then what makes you something.