Confessions of a Broken Heart v2

I am not omnipotent. 
I am not a rock. 
I have feelings too. 
And I carry with me a broken heart, wherever I go. 
A very tiny, but pure object, that is afraid of the dark and does not want to be left alone. 
But I don't know how to interact with other people properly. 
I'm always so worried I'm not good enough. 
And in a way of defending myself, I lie. A lot. 
I enlarge the truth. 
I pretend to be who I want to be. Who I want people to see. 
But deep inside is only a single desire. 

I don't want to be alone.