I have enemies

I have enemies., Cruel, dark, judgemental enemeies who like nothing moire then to watch me cry. They love to see me beaten down, all the fight and spirit gone from me, To see weakness take over me. They like to scream at me, and to tell me why im not good enough. They love to tell me all the reasons ill never make it, and all the things they dont like about me. One of their favorite passtimes is crushing my dreams, and the other is making me miserable. No matter how hard i try to make them like me, i cant. I try, and try and try. I fail and fail and fail. The insults and judgements keep flying, and my tears keep falling. Everytime i look at them i die a little more inside, and feel more and more abandoned as the days go by. I ask myself time and time again, what have i done to deserve this.? What makes me so horrible and imcompetant in your eyes.? But i never get the answer. They would rather see me squirm, and watch the light go out in my eyes. I have enemies, and they are called "my parents"