Why Me?

I sit alone at night awake,
Trying my hardest not to think of the hate.
You look at me and call me a whore,
I can't stand this pain, I can't stand it anymore.
You don't know what my life is like
It hasn't been a nice ride on a bike.
You think that you already know me,
But I'm not the person you want me to be.
I've lived a very painful life,
And all you do is cause me pain and strife.
All I need is just one friend
Or this just might be the end.