What am I to you

Why am I so scared of life,
and yet so scared to die?
Why is life said to be happy,
when all I do is cry?

Who are you to yell at me,
and say I'm so messed up?
Who are you to beat me,
and say my mind's corrupt?

What do you expect me to do,
when you tell me to die?
What do you want me to say,
when you tell me not to cry?