Almost but not quite

I’m almost pretty, but not quite, because when I look in the mirror, my face looks like a stranger.

I’m almost intelligent, but not quite, because even though I have numerous degrees, I struggle to put them to use, as I tend to get overwhelmed easily and quit.

I’m almost sexy, but not quite, because my body keeps changing, and I don’t know how I feel about it.

I’m almost desirable, but not quite, because there’s always a risk I will ghost you or do something bad to you when I’m not stable.

I’m almost a friend, but not quite, because there is always someone else you’d rather talk to.

I’m almost a person, but not quite, because when I’m not talking to other people, I don’t know who I am or what I’m supposed to be doing. I stop existing. I am nothing.

You almost love me, but not quite, because you don’t trust me, even though I trusted you blindly on day one and have been ever since.