Why is there no love for me?
Why can't I have someone to hold?
Why are people so shallow?
Why can't they see past my appearance?
Why don't they care what's inside?
Why am I so hideous?
Why do people cross the street to avoid crossing my path?
Why do people laugh when I try to be myself?
Why can't people be humane instead of human?
Why is everyone so superficial?
Why won't people just give me a chance?
Why am I so hideous?
Why don't I stop caring?
Why don't I just give up?
Why don't I accept my fate?
Why don't I just become a numbered statistic in the suicide rate?
Maybe I will.