Anxiety

Sometimes , I ask myself why people don't like me. I think about everthing I do , my words, my actions and wonder if I did anything wrong. Did I talk too much? or maybe I stayed too quiet? I try to remember moments when things could have gone bad. I feel like i'm not good enough. But still have a lot of things to be greatful for like my family, my dreams to keep pushing me forward and many more, so as I sit here writing this poem I wonder i'm I the problem.