Fatal Flaws

I have a fatal flaw inside
despite how hard in life I've tried.
You see, this world can get confusing
and I try to paint it up
with the colors I'm using.
I try to grab every hand
that I see falling down.
I try to help the world up
when I'm still on the ground.
But even when I make them smile.
Even when they say my times worth while
I still feel as though its not enough.
I know I'm just a little rough
on judging all the things I've done.
But I haven't done much.
I am just one.
I'm just one girl trying to save the world.
I've saved lives, but I'm still a little girl.
I keep giving and giving
but sometimes I fall back.
And in just those small moments
I can view all I lack.
It makes me wonder and question
the reason I'm existing.
Am I really still helping?
Or am I just stuck here wishing.
I have wondered forever
If I've really done my best.
But I'm flawed nearly fatal.
My hearts too big for my chest.