I wonder if.

I will unleash my soul.
Letting my fingers type freely,
without much thought at all.

It pains me to understand completely.
Knowing that it could never be,
when I have always thought about it, oh so humbly.

I know you read my work but why?
Has any of it ever made you cry?

Laughter, happiness, love and joy.
I am definitely not some little boy.
You cannot have me as a toy.
Was it not I who acted coy?

I wonder if...

I have experienced to much pain,
yet still the whole world I have to gain.

I wonder if...

Consider me eccentric please.
No one here knows me at all.
I think that might be the problem --
One that I will not fix.
What I have said is personal enough,
unless you wish to pry.
I do answer any and all questions.
I dare you all to prove me wrong.

I wonder if...
Anyone was wondering what I was wondering?
I'll answer that one too.
You need only to ask.

I loved the line

Consider me eccentric please.
No one here knows me at all.

I was confused by the rhyme-no rhyme at first, but now I like how it all comes at you in a rush like that. The first half is a little meaningless angst-y, but you did it well. The tormented writer is a common image, and you successfully injected something new into it.

I don't think the rhyming works so well ["I know you read my work but why?/ Has any of it ever made you cry" and the following stanza, especially]. Everything else, I suppose I can see it there, but it's hard to find beneath the structure, and I'd strongly advocate for you to write a non-rhyming version and see how it comes out. In general, there is not alot being said that I haven't heard before; maybe see if you can think of the topic/approach it from a new angle.