Flawed Perfection

Why do I always seem to be hurting you?
I can see that you are too good to be true.

Yet, I sit here and make you feel like sh*t.
And you stay with me whenever I have a fit.

I just don't understand.
I'm not all that grand.

I don't even think you know who I am.
Yet, I stay with you, and with others, I ran.

What makes you so special?
You know I'm just one big hassle.

With so many flaws how can we be?
That's what makes us perfect, you can be you, and I can be me.