Killers Imperfection

Negative quotations
Are thrown my way
And I feel like Im
Receiving them every single day

But what did I do
To make myself deserve this
For them to transform
A person full of happiness

My feelings of rejectiong
Has brought on this depression
I sit alone in my room
And ask myself one question

What am I here?
For them to put me down
To point and make fun of
Like I am some sort of clown

They dont think how it will effect me
They dont see the tears
As I sit behind closed doors
Trying to escape all my fears

But there is one solution
Which will end my so-called imperfection
But I am not ready for that
Right now I choose not to travel in that direction

But should these problems persist
I must choose my final direction
And who know what will be the outcome
Of a killers imperfection....