I still don't title

On the outside looking in Ic an see the relationships you've formed.
I can see the pleasantries you've shared.
Improve my amiability.
Give me such a friendship, because my lack harrows me.
Such beautiful bonds remind me of those I lack,
Of the companions I do not have
and the relationships I cannot form.
So lend me your grace,
and lend me your hand.
I'll steal you're identity,
your life and person,
and make it mine own.