It's me

Am I bothersome?     For every words I emit on everyone,     I feel so lonesome?     Am I boring?     For every facts that I dissipate,     Which I thought interesting,     Turns everyone's face not engaging?     What am I to everyone's eyes?     A mere last resort?     Who only got appreciated     When things streaming out of hand?     I don't understand.     Not even the tip of it.     Why am I agonizing from this?          What's wrong with everyone?     Or is it me?     --     It's me.