So What?

Maybe I'm hiding something, so what?
It's not like I'm the only one who does.
I'm just trying to be a good person and all,
but it's hard to be nice 'just because'.
I try to be the kind of friend,
who's always by your side.
Who always kicks the jerky guys
And talks to you through the night.
I'm pretty sure I'm not God,
And I'm pretty sure I'm not Jesus.
So why do people expect me to emulate
The superior beings that oversees us?
I'm trying hard to be on all sides,
But there are too many sides to stand on.
I'm trying to help you stand your ground,
But the ground you're on is gone.
So maybe sometimes I stand in the corner,
And not speak one word at all.
Or maybe I'll be the loudest one,
And I'll be obnoxiously bouncing off the walls.
Maybe I won't say anything,
Maybe I won't even show.
Maybe I will tell a lie,
And maybe I won't even go.
I have many secrets of my own,
And I'm sure you all can tell.
And maybe I have emotions and feelings,
That I can't pronounce or spell.
I try to tell the truth,
But I live with an unfortunate ability.
I manipulate, deceive, and twist
All the things we hear and see.
I'm sorry for not being perfect,
I'm sorry for not winning first.
I'm sorry for not showing up that night,
And I'm sorry for your bubble that I burst.
I try to be truthful and understanding,
I try to let you in on my life and stuff.
Maybe I'm just holding myself back,
and Maybe I'm hiding something, so what?