Wondering

I sometimes wonder

The thoughts cross my mind

But I never get the time to comprehend,

I always suppress these kinds of thoughts!

I sometimes wonder

Whether I'm being real with myself,

I wonder where I can be

Where I could have been

If this never happened

Am I being real with myself ?

Or I am hiding behind these words

Behind this black and white paper in front of me

Or the pen I am holding?

Was my mind born for this?

Were my fingers born for this?

That's just a thought!

Who am I?

I sometimes wonder

Whether I was born for this

Or I am just hiding behind these words

Am I an author?

Am I a poetry

Or this is me bleeding for help

Am I crying for help

Am I mixing my words for my advantage,

Is this me crying for help?

I wonder if these thoughts are real

Who am I.

I guess I will keep wondering