The speaker opens by repeating what others say: they are too weak, too broken, too different to be strong. Instead of arguing back, they agree. "That's all true," they say, and the flat, blunt lines make the admission feel tired rather than dramatic.
From there the poem moves through loneliness and distrust. The speaker believes people are either curious or out to hurt them, and has given up on love. What stands out is how much they insist on their own kindness: they don't want to hurt anyone, only to make others happy. Yet every effort seems to end in embarrassment and self-harm of some kind, whether emotional or otherwise.
The last lines are the saddest. The speaker feels hated without knowing why, and slowly begins to take on that hatred themselves. The mood is raw, hopeless and quietly painful. The short, plain lines sound like someone speaking honestly, with no polish or defence left.