Something that bothers me

I hate talking about something that bothers me

No matter how much I would so really want to,

Maybe I've talked about it too much, I'm sorry,

Sometimes I just don't really know what I'm to do.

I need people much more than they'll ever need me,

It's so disgusting and rally pathetic how

I rely on others; I am worthless, I see,

Me burdening you anymore, I won't allow.

I know I should be very much better than this,

So, I sometimes tend to hold my emotions in,

Though happy feelings I consistently dismiss,

I'm trying, but my ability wears so thin.