Why?

Why must I be different?
The weird girl with the odd lifestyle
is who I am.
Because of who I am,
I lost friends who doesn't understand.
I never take the bad things to heart.
But as everyday I fake a smile,
the bad things fill my jar of
hatred, pain, loss, and sadness.
Everyday I wake up in a cold reality,
where no one understands my feelings.
Why am I different?
Why doesn't anyone understands
how bad I hurt?
This is my life question.
Why can't someone help me?