Not Good Enough

Do I have to be perfect?
Will I ever be good enough?
What's so bad about me?
I know I'm depressed I am getting help.
What's wrong with me?
Please explain.
I want to help her, for this I should be ashamed.
My mom is my friend before my mother.
My father rather be an alcoholic than a dad.
My old best friend deserted me, left me with my pain.
I suppose she saw what was wrong with me.
I am quiet, you don't know how I talk.
I am shy. you don't know how I act.
If you cut me I will bleed red because I am human and I am aware of this fact.
I am not perfect.
Perfection is an insult.
I live in reality not my own world.
I even know how to distinguish fiction from real events.
I don't judge people without knowing them.
I don't use not knowing them as a reason to judge them.
You are who you are.
I am who I am.
Why isn't that good enough?