Why me

Why is it always me?
Is it because people cant see?
I always get bugged,
Never get hugged
Why is it always me?

I never know what to do,
or what i can do?
Because people like to hate,
and then i start to lose fait.

The tears stroll down my face,
as i go from place to place.

Looking out the window,
at the cloudy sky,
often wishing it passed by.

My life is the same way,
as i live through it, each day.

I want my old life back,
So i can stay on track.

Sometimes i cry
Not knowing why?

Inside i am hurt, and sad,
Then i do something bad.

I dont think its fair,
that its always me,
People dont care,
They just let me be.

Writing helps me heal,
It shows how i feel.

To me, people can be evil and mean,
Even though it might not be seen.

Inside i hurt,
Sometimes i feel like dirt,

I never know, why is it always me?