The Problems Myself

   I'm far from perfect, I'm not what I seem.
I’ll Become your worst nightmare instead of your dream
At first I seem wonderful, lovely and sweet .
 But I'm not what you thought at our first meet.
     Selfish, self-centered-wrapped up in myself.
 With others needs ignored, put up on  a shelf.
 Consumed by my sickness, no room for much more.
 Till you're just sick of it all and walk out the door.
     You expect me to be able to still be okay
 with chaos and pain consuming my day.
 it's not that I don't want to and I can accept help,
 but no one can save me when the problems  myself.