Is it my own fault?
For being the way I am?
I seek out change.
But I remain the same.

Is it your own fault?
For treating me the way you did?
You did your best.
But I still feel shame.

Why do my needs feel unmet?
Do I expect care, in places you do not?
It's not your fault.
You're imperfect.

Am I imperfect?
I need to be perfect?
It's my own fault.
I'm imperfect.