Thoughts Poem by Farina Afrin Malik

I can never seem to understand myself
that which I'm feeling
is it true?
Is it real?
What if my mind is playing tricks on me?
What if its muddling me up
with that which I want to believe
and that which I truly do believe
the thing with the truth is
they can never be hidden long
so if what I feel is true
someway it will be revealed soon
till then might as well revel in the
mysteries of my being