Bad poetry for bad times

Problems

I feel as though I can never be as good and successful as others
Maybe it's psychological or maybe it's true
I work so hard to make things work but
Nothing seems to break through

Have you ever had something so perfect
But crushed it because of your own
Selfish needs
I look back and see a happy person with stable relationships
Happy friends
But then I see myself messing
Everything
Up

I don't think I can move on
I've tried believe me
But I always come back to you
Your touch
Your smell
And the way you make me smile
On the hardest of days