Why don't you like me?

Why is being different such a bad thing?

Why is looking different a bad thing?

Why is being intelligent a bad thing?

Why do I have to be like everyone else to be liked?

Why do I have to act dumb?

Why do I have to be beautiful?

Why do I have to be anything,

But myself,

To be liked?

Why do I have to be:

Kicked,

Punched,

Stabbed,

Slammed,

and other terrible things,

Because I'm different?

Why am I starting to believe,

All of the harsh things you say are true?

Why am I starting to believe that I'm worthless,

and shouldn't be alive?

You called me fat,

So I'm not eating.

You called me a cutter,

So I actually started to cut.

You called me a loser,

So I gave up on trying to win.

You said I should kill myself...

I didn't expect you to be sad,

when I did.