Could I get a critique on this? "Neuroses"

Something I've been thinking about/struggling with and finally got my thoughts on paper. Not sure what I think about it yet; I'd like a critique. Normally I would ask my sister but I don't want to share this with her yet.

Neuroses

Where are my emotions? Do I have any at all?
How far do I have to dig to unearth what I've buried?
How long can I stall
And do I mislead?

Will I exhume what lies entombed, or can I recall
What it's like to leave myself open to potential to bleed?
Will I break a boy's heart because he can't pick up the ball
That's forever in my court even after I concede?

Is there no spark of chemistry ignited after all?
Despite reason after reason this pairing should succeed?
Our equally awkward temperaments seem to build a looming wall
that refuses to recede

I enjoy his company so I have to wonder why,
My feelings haven't grown
He meets my standards that are so very high
And wasn't intimidated by the pickiness I've shown

I'm a hypocrite to judge him by
the flaws that match my own
I have shame in great supply
For the embarrassment to which I'm prone

My friends have asked 'what's wrong with your guy?'
The same that's wrong with me, I just haven't made it known
I said as much when they asked me why
He was so terribly standoffish and silent as a stone

They couldn't believe that I, not I,
To awkwardness could be prone
Despite a lifelong social disorder that I apparently belie
I guess I've learned to hide it well, it seems it hasn't shown

Now here I stand to judge a man who bears the same cross as I
Why, oh why, does this struggle persist in being so hard to atone?
To my neuroses I ask, please sever the tie
that binds my emotions and please postpone
The speaking of the word 'goodbye'
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I like this. What I got from this was a person who is emotionally not ready for a relationship, because you don't even know who YOU are yet. He turns out to be like you and you don't know how to deal with it, because you can't even deal with yourself. That's my opinion. I totally relate to this as I still to this day question myself, who I am my purpose. Like attracts like, which is all me. Thanks for sharing.


Passion In Words

 

Thanks.
Well, I do know who I am. I guess I meant that we're like two left shoes. I can deal with myself fine, we're just too much alike. It hinders.