Sense of Me In the Past

I was sad today; Because you begged me To think of your good points, And I never told you any. Rest assured there are many, Very many, I would have liked To have told you them There and then. I tell you so much about my past; Quite a lot of which is conflictive, As if several mes Were struggling for supremacy. Much of the time, There was a pretty normal me; Oh don't get me wrong, I was always an attention-seeker, But I really do genuinely struggle To make sense, I really do genuinely struggle To make sense of me in the past.