Hans's poem is a quiet, honest complaint about loving people more than they love you in return. The speaker starts by pitying themselves for having a "big heart" that others don't match. Then comes a list of small disappointments: people who weren't there in hard moments, who brought them down instead of cheering them up, who didn't share their happiness, and who offered no comfort when they felt like "a mess."
What stands out is the speaker's confusion. Even after all this, they still caught themselves trying to be the best for those same people. The question "guess i just have / to accept things / and live with it?" sounds tired rather than angry, as if they're still unsure it's the right answer.
The mood is sad, resigned, and a little vulnerable. The plain, slightly broken grammar makes it feel like a private thought typed out late at night. The last line, "i wish life is always fair," ends on a small, wistful wish rather than a solution.