Why?

I'm young, and still growing. Bullies and anxiety surround me, not anxiety anxiety. But social anxiety. Not only that, but I see things I wish I never seen, why must this happen to me? Am I the only one? Why can't I make a best friend, and yet I have some, but either they're family, or a dog. Or, a person who I thought was my friend. I see the world differently, and I can't help but to forgive hatred, because I'm afraid. I'm not like the popular kids, nor the smarty pants kids, well. Maybe, but all I want to be is normal. I cry in my bed, knowing that life won't be normal, it's just depression for me, and my parents. And that must have all began, with me.