The essence of us

Am I not at an age where I'm supposed to know what I do?
Am I not at an age where I'm supposed to know what's true?
Is it normal to feel like nothing make sense?
Is it normal to feel like you don't deserve something?
I feel like I'm broken, that something is wrong.
But why should it always come from me?
Why would I think that I'm the one who has a problem?
It's never all black and all white.
But I never told you because I didn't want to hurt you?
Because that's what I do. I'm too nice. 
That's what I am. The essence of me.
And you saw it, you got to know me.
We met because we are almost the same.
Niceness is the essence of you.
But niceness isn't everything.
And in the end, niceness can kill you.
But there is nothing we can do
Because this is the essence of me
Because this is the essence of you.