What Am I?

I have cut myself, so I am pathetic.
I am a bitch, because you said it.
I cry alone at night, so I am weak.
I like to wear black, I must be a freak.
I show off my body, making me a whore.
I am a young mother, so I am also immature.
I have become everything I used to detest.
I am a failier, because I am not the best.
I keep things to myself, so I am a lier as well.
I do not believe in God, so I am going to Hell.
I drink underage, I'm a bad influence.
I am easily confused, this dosen't make sense.

No. Fuck that.

I am happy with the person I am today.
I will not change just for you to stay.
I have my own mind and speak it loud.
I am a mother, and I am proud.
I like my body and don't want to hide it.
I think you're sterotypes are a bunch of bullshit.
I can't really dance, and sing off key.
I am already the only thing I wish to be.
I believe in strange things but I don't care.
I kinda like it when people stare.
I am dense and play with fire.
I will someday achieve my one desire.