Why Must I Go Through This? Poem by Veronica T. C.

Why do I feel so alone?
Does anyone care?
Why do people say stuff behind my back?
Do they know I'm listening?
Why do people try & be my friends?
When they say stuff behind my back as well.
Why do my friends make fun of me?
Why do they talk behind my back?
Why do they make fun of how I look?
Why must I go through this on daily passes?
Why can't I be treated like everyone else?
What is so great about me that you have to make fun of me?
Why oh why must this happen?
Will this ever end?