Why am I the target?

Why am I the target?
Why does everyone feel
They need to put me down?
Why do people feel the need to hurt me?

Why can't I be loved?
Why do people only see
A girl beneath them,
Not a girl who needs help?

Why am I looked down on?
Because everything in life
Isn't handed to me?
Because I'm not spoiled?

Is it so bad
That I have a job?
That I make my own money?
So what?

Is it so bad
That I don't have any friends?
A different outlook on life?
A different dream than you?

Do you have to look down on me?
Do you have to make fun of me?
Why am I the target?
I didn't ask,
I'm only alive.