Don't Look At Me

I think I get it.
Why I'm so unworthy of your love.
Or maybe I don't.
Maybe I'll never know why you look at me.
Why I'm not allowed to do the same.
You say I'm evil...
But do we know the true meaning of the word?
Will my image ever change in your eyes?
Or, will I forever be unworthy of your love?
I'm tired, you know?
Sitting here, growing restless.
Waiting for your affection.
Why am I the different one?
The unwanted one?
But the better question is...
Why won't you change that?
Why do you allow me to hurt?
Why were your words,
"Don't look at me"?