Does it matter...

I start with a space on a big white screen…

By the time you get this, I will be gone.

You frantically try to track me down, even try to trace my ip address. You just hit a dead end, I guess.

I paint beautiful pictures for your fantasy.

I write songs and melody for your dreams.

I kill them. I leave. I am gone.

I am jealous when you make it to the top.

I am happy when you share the space with me.

I am happier when I push you down.

I am handled in relationships.

I am tossed in love.

I am what I am not supposed to be.

I can shout but I cant make noise.

I can speak but for a mouth piece.

I am condemned for having an opinion.

I am not when I am a follower.

I cant breathe when the air is clean.

I am scared I will be seen.

What brings me to this I do not know.

The hypothesis of being unknown.

I read I forget. I write I delete. I feel everything for I fall for it.

I am evil when I am good, I am God when I am devil.

I hide from the light for it shines too bright.

I thought I was right every time I was not.

It doesn’t make sense isn't it.

You are becoming restless, what was is this all about.

But trust me you never wanna know.

You will just read it and shrink your brow.

Aglet is a new word I learnt, but it ain't gonna matter, leave it alone.

I can be anywhere. I am here and everywhere.

Your next cubicle, your soul's meanest corner.

I am there, but I may not appear.

I am 'Not Me' ever.