Is It All Even Worth It?

People sometimes ask me Why I walk alone on the playground By myself I tell them that I'm bored And usually they scoff at me and walk away That hurts a little. I'm cold, all the time Truth is that I miss him with every fiber in my being I love him And he doesn't love me. They often stare at me And laugh at me Based on what I'm wearing that day Sometimes they whisper behind my back And say secrets that I never wanted anyone to know I never knew That being yourself Could hurt so much That loving yourself Could be so hard Because honestly Is it all even worth it?