I Do, I Do

Just because I do, does that make me like all the others?
Well I do, I do, I do, I do
Even though it’s not as bad, does that still make me a monster?
The questions in my head are not new,
And when you scream and call me a cutter,
Do you think of what you scream could be true?
You joke and your words make me shudder
Maybe the monster here is you