Maybe I am the problem

Critique is not only welcome but encouraged. Help me grow as an artist

Maybe I am the problem?
Do they have problems when I'm not here?

I don't know. 

I'm trying to keep it together.

Being the friend to protect others

But my weakness starts to show.

If they see my cracks they won't let me in

If I am so withered, my petals droop.

How on earth could I help others grow.

They want to help, they allegedly say.

But I can't comprehend someone loving me.

What a beautiful life for someone bound to go

Author's Note

I was quite tired whole writing this so if you have a correction or Idea let me know! :)