Hate My Life (Not emo, just complaining)

When people ask me why I'm deppressed,
I'd usually answer "I'm just stressed".
Of course I'm lying, but what the h*ll?
Who gives a crap about what I tell?
I have a mind, emotions and soul,
but people treat me as if they were a hole.
How do you think I feel when I'm the worst,
or treated like that, as if I was cursed.
I'm the butt of everyone's jokes,
blamed for everything and teased till I choke.
Pushed out of every spot wherever I sit,
and when people take mine, I can't do sh*t.
People know I can't play basketball well,
but when I fail, they say "What the h*ll!"
When something smells bad, of course it's me!
Whenever it's bad, blame the Chi!
Criticize, joke, evict and tease.
With friends like these, who needs enemies?