Who Are You?

Who are you to point fingers at me,
Who are you to say I'm bad?
Who are you to call me fat,
Who are you to make me sad?

Why should I hold your hands,
When I'm the one who needed you?
Why should you make me smile,
When I feel I'm to mad too.

When I search and search,
For your love to reach out,
I know I'm lost,
But I won't pout.

So who are to make me smile,
To question myself and hurt deeply,
Why do you cry inside,
While I bleed so sleeply.