Why?

Why am I such a bad person?
Why?
Why do I get so jealous?
Why?
It's not your fault he likes you,
But he does.
Why?
Your body is disproportionate,
Yet you're still attractive.
Why?
That's such a bitchy thing to say.
Yet I write it.
Why?
What's so great about you?
Oh just kidding,
A bunch of things.
But why?
What is all so wrong with me?
Actually I know.
I could list off everything,
But there isn't enough time.
I hate myself,
And know I don't deserve him.
Still all I can ask is "why?"