Castles Made Of Sand

If only I knew what I do wrong. I wish I understood. I suppose I’d be bored of me also. I try and be interesting. I repeatedly fail.

I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I try my best. I’m sorry I’m not a better person.

It was inevitable. How could I compete and compare against the others?

Perhaps I shouldn’t take it personally. But I can’t help it. It’s because I care so much. I just wish I could be special enough but I realise I’m not.

I hope you can forgive my fragility. But I’ll understand if you cannot.

Or, being a complete idiot, have I got this all wrong? Am I just too sensitive for my own good? Perhaps I just expect too much from you. I need to remember that not everything you do revolves around me.

Please tell me I’m wrong. I so hope I’m wrong.