Ballad of an over thinker

The problem with me

Here's the problem with me
Everything
I'm completely imperfect
In just about every way possible
But I'm trying
And I can't say that I always take the right paths
Or choose the right people
Or say the right words
Or do the right things
But I'm trying
And I don't expect anyone to see anything else
I expect people to see worse
Than I see of myself
And I'm beginning to think that's how I end up here
Losing people
Pushing people away
Because I can't possibly believe them
Or they do see me in that way
And they're done
And I can't blame them