I don’t know what’s wrong with me
but I can’t make people love me
and yes, I am loved, or so I’m told
adorned as an inspiration of sorts
but people who love you wouldn’t
do the things I’ve had to endure
and no, I’m not uncertain or insecure
I thought that maybe my standards
were too high or too vague but now
I know it’s because humans are fragile
and we simply don’t know how to love.