I am Sam

The laughter makes me turn,
I look at the pretty girls,
Green with envy...
Their bodies I want to burn.

Boys sniggering,
Make me hide my face,
I bring my society disgrace,
I want to get out of this place.

Why do I feel this way?
Why am I not happy with the way I am?
Why do I have to face the next day?
...It's because I am Sam!

Not sure what category to place this!