I'm not the jock who is popular, cocky, and confident. I try to focus on others and try to make many happy. But I question, who makes me happy? My attention is towards others, not really myself, I cant show my true self, with anyone else. I hate parties and doing bad things. Why cant anyone just let me be? Always pressured, but I know It's on me. Sometimes I fall on my knees asking God, why me? But I put on my clothes and get ready to leave, after all it's what is expected of me.