Why can't I be me

I don't understand why I'm not perfect

I'm not understanding how to act.

When I'm too loud no one likes it.

When I'm too quiet I'll be a target for many.

I don't know how to make things work.

I seem to know how to make things break.

 I really wish I could be perfect and not make people hate me.

 Dislike me and detest me.

 My personality is rotten and my attitude stinks.

 The words so humbly spoken are like a thousand daggers to my heart.

Your to possessive I'm not looking for a girl.

 Are another thousand cuts to my wrist. 

I feel this deep empty void of jealousy and by all means I'll retrace my steps.

 Go to the place where I felt loved even if it was for the abuse of my body.

The little sneak peeks of my young fresh breast I still felt loved.

 By people I didn't know but that's how I feel.

 This big whole would be filled then quickly disintegrated.

 I can't keep the love or the care I just scare them away with all my flare.

I'm not perfect although I wish I was.

 I'm not smart I wish was.

 I'm not special although they me say I am.

 Behind all of this I know it's not the truth.

 I don't understand why I can't be me.

why can't I be perfect?

Reviews

[Gejodi]

Did you mean .. I'm not smart although I was I'm not special although they me say I am? What is scary is that you seem to completely understand her plight and her expression of so much lack of self esteem that the message is daunting! Again great job