What's Wrong With Me?

What's wrong with me?

Am I too short? Too fat? Too ugly?

Do I smile too much?

Do I cry too often?

Is there a reason you always laugh at me?

Sometimes, I feel like people treat me as if

I have a third eye protruding from my forehead.

Or a secret arch nemesis who tells everyone I meet,

That I'm strange, abnormal, not to be conversed with.

All I want to know is what I'm doing wrong?

If you don't tell me, then how can I grow?

Because if all I'm ever going to feel, is guilt for my existence,

Then maybe I should just go