Question Mark

This is a poem which describes me.

A symbol that represents me,
Is a question mark.
In my mind it leaves an image,
Misty and dark.
I wish I could know,
But it always appears,
In a mysterious way,
That causes fears.
It makes me wonder and dream,
But I still don't progress.
Does everyone feel this way?
Or do I know less?
So many questions,
And for each - all I get,
Is the symbol,
That you've just met