Masterly little poem about the condition of any human relationship.
"Why can't they be like me?" That is the human condition.
We are all alone, despite lovers, children, realtives. And you capture the presciousness and pain and understanding without ever talking about it directly. And your poem is not solipsistic, as so many poems of this nature are. Very caring, loving, frustrating, understanding, etc. Or maybe not so? Maybe trying to be caring and loving and understanding. it has different interpretations, which makes for a terrific poem.
Without acceptance of the other, we have no relatonship.
I note that you only use the capital "I" once. Interesting choice. You say "I wish to articulate..."
Al the others are in lower case "i." And when they are there, there is a smaller self. A self that says, "I am humbled."
The artist is alone...in his/her thoughts and feelings.