Who Cares?

I cannot figure people out.
I just want to shout.
First I gotta figure out me.
Find out what makes me happy.
Find out what makes me sad.
Find out what makes me mad.
Sometimes the only answer seems like dying.
Instead I end up crying.
I think about my life.
It always ends in strife.
A constant fight.
I can't figure out what's right.
Why do people say such mean things.
Never thinking about others' feelings.
You may have no idea how much words can break another's heart.
I do, that's why I don't like people or their evil black hearts.