Than turn bad

I don't want to do another sad poem. But I wonder why life is so weried. Why are things so bad. Why does she get upset with me all the time. Why does she think I can't do anything right. Why I'm nothing but trouble to her? I don't get it why must she be upset with me? And why it when I fallen for a guy he's hidden himself. So why is it things are good than turn bad.