Do As You Learn Poem by Unfortunate Fellow

I stand there while the berate me like usual.
All they know is to yell.
Now I embody the anger.
I used to take it like they wanted me to but now I speak back.
When I do not yell they say that I am belittling them but when I yell like them I am being immature.
They made me this way.
You made me this way.
Though you have hurt my heart so badly
when I cry I still cry out for you.
When I am lonely I look for love in your arms even though they al covered in thorns.
I love you.
I hate you.
I need you.
I used to blame me.
Still do.
But deep down I know it is mostly because of you.
You raised me on it
You embraced it in front of me
You did it.
But when I do it I am being disrespectful?