Insecure

I am too sensitive to which I strive to disarrange I need the love of others and I crave it in exchange Just when I feel that I am there much to my dismay there again I'm wondering what they conceive and say Many hours I sit inside myself and my thoughts do stink there are things I need to do and I can't afford to sink I attempt to word things right but they seem to come out wrong this impoverished mindset has to cease it's been taking way too long I'm digging deep inside myself to find out where this came I perceive the answer but it's difficult for me to place such blame I'm a product of neglect that stems from childhood this is true still I accept she didn't guide my hand to do the things I do God I pray to you now to insist me to forgive to invoke these people so they realize there is a another way to live