Look at me

I scream,
Because i don't like my voice,
I cut my skin,
Because i don't like my body,
I hide my face,
Because when people look at me i feel different,
I die my hair,
Because he's still a flaw in my body,
I don't cry years,
Because they say that i'm weak,
I wear black,
Because they say i'm too prominent,
I come out only at night,
Because i don't want to be seen,
I sing and dance screams,
Because it helps me with the pain.