Some Disgrace

I'm afraid,
Opportunities go.
I'm stupid,
Don't know what I wanted to do.
I rush,
When there are things should be cooled of.
I'm dependable,
But there's no one to depend on.
I'm still,
Embarrassed of things goes wrong.
I'm dense,
Is success for me slow and obscure?
I'm weak,
No one's teaching of me of my strength.
So I guess,
I'm better off alone,
For there's no one in this world who would try to understand me,
when all of them whom I think who could;
would not listen what are the aches that grows,
would not try to see what are the wounds unhealed,
would not try to feel whether I'm sensitive or had gone numb,
would not try to ensure whether I still breath or am dead,
would not try to show the least care I need,
The least love I need to feel...