Why must I..

Why must I torture myself,
Every time I look in the mirror?

Why must I tell myself,
God Lenee your so ugly?

Why must I cringe at,
The person looking back?

Why must I cry every night,
Wishing I could be someone else?

Why must I be a brat,
When my friends ask me what's wrong?

Why must I yell at my mom,
When she asks me a simple question?

Why must I hate myself,
After I wake up?

Why must I tell myself,
No one loves me and no one cares?

Why must I let myself,
Believe what the preps say?

Why must I go on each and every day,
listening to what they say?