If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best

I'm damaged goods, I have a past, which hasn't just disappeared into thin air and to be fair is still with me in many ways.
So I guess I must wait for someone who will take all of who I am and accept me to let them in. But I thought I had found that and then was mistaken.
My past scares people. I'm too complicated. I guess I only deserve those who can look past my brokenness and wait for someone who makes me whole.
I may be waiting a longggg time then!