Just a Bother

Am I just a bother? Does anybody even care? When I go to talk with others, Am I just too much to bare? Does my persistent over excitement Become annoying over time? Should I leave others alone Does this poem even rhyme? Am I constantly overthinking? Or just discovering the truth? That all I am is a bother Is the conclusion I deduce? I'll hide behind the shadows And let the tears like raindrops fall Hoping to find someone else Who wants me and my all If all I am is a bother Then why am I on this earth? If people prefer to be without me Should I go back and reverse my birth?