You're Beautiful, You're Perfect

My life is all but a fantasy,
Trapping myself within,
Books, poetry, stories,
Keeping out of reality.

Is there something wrong with me?
I've tried, again and again
To be with people,
But they all seem to shrink away...

Is something wrong with me?

"You're beautiful, you're perfect.."
Then why won't you ever stay..
Why do you all insist on leaving,
Can't you please tell me why..

My cravings have returned,
but a promise is keeping them at bay,
yet why should i promise you anything.
when you can't do the same.

I've been trying to be happy,
For me, for all of you.
You can't say I bring you down,
When I reveal nothing.

What is wrong with me..?

"You're beautiful, you're perfect,
You're everything to me".

And I am alone again.

This is scattered, and not good what-so-ever. The points there though. Somewhat.