I Know

I know.
I know I can be annoying, obnoxious.
I know I apologize too much and that I'm bad at it.
I know I try too hard to get people to like me,
    by buying them stuff,
    by doing more than I should,
    by hanging around with so much hope and so little optimism.
I know!
I know I'm not the greatest with words or confrontations.
I know I close up to the people I should open up to most.
I know my defense mechanisms make me seem so cold sometimes.
I know I can be a bitch, make people feel like shit.
I know!
I know I can be too affectionate to a point of disgust,
    that I can be too handsy and sometimes even clingy.
I know that I get paranoid and act so desperate
    while trying to put on an act of strength.
I know I let people down,
    lie about myself
    or break a promise about what's going on with me.
I know I bury things and then refuse help when things explode.
I know I hide a lot of feelings,
    hold back a lot of words,
    move in where I have no place to be.
I know!
I know I tagalong where I'm not wanted,
    that I follow people around when they just need me to go.
I know I'm not always the greatest person in the world,
    I have faults like everyone else.
I know.
Trust me.

You may not believe me, but I know.

But no one's perfect, right?
We're all afraid we won't be accepted,
    even if we claim we don't care what the world thinks.
We all do stupid things, be mean every now and then.
We all have problems,
    fall down and pretend nothing happened when we get back up.

I know sometimes we all have a problem with other people sometimes.
And we can't always confront them,
    we can't always bring it to them.
We're only human, right?
Sometimes we bury things until they build up and explode.
    Sometimes we do that.

We lose friends,
    we gain friends.
We lose hope,
    we gain hope.
I know.

You may not believe me, but I know.