I wonder what you think of me?

The choices, I made,

my behaviour could have been done differently.

You see I didn’t have the same list

of choices to choose from

so I descended differently

from a darkness from which we all come.

And here I am

less than what you accepted

but I am here

and that was never expected.

I wonder what you think of me?

Do you know I cry, and get melancholy

thinking of how I could have done things differently,

holding on to my past

while the future moves indifferently.

I wonder what you think of me?

The stupid man with the stupid story

the man who doubted himself

and came up shortly.

I wonder what you think of me?

If it’s any consequence

I think of you

and how I could have been a better me.

In this moment

that is now

I know I did my best

although it never feels that way somehow.

In this moment, I wonder what you think?

Scattered, confused, behaving narcissitically,

but in this moment that is now

neither of us were taught how to be our me.