How can I?

You tell me I'm ugly on the inside

They tell me I'm the sweetest person they know,

I tell me I don't know what I feel, confusion, love, disappointment, hate, happiness, sadness, anger all swirl together in me.

You tell me I must hate myself,

They tell me I'm pretty,

I tell me I know they are lying, but am I to myself? Do I hate me?

You tell me I treat him like I do because I'm unhappy,

They tell me he is annoying and if they had to live with him they would be the same,

I tell me: I am the worst person ever, I shouldn't be this way.

You tell me I'm lazy and will never do what I want

They tell me I'm lazy at home but am energetic with them,

I tell me I'm lazy, selfish, stupid, worthless.

You tell me I am just like you,

They tell me I am nothing like you,

I tell me I hate myself because one day I could end up like you, and it makes my insides crawl.

How can I know what I feel when you tell me how I feel, even if you're wrong?