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My mother hates me, she sees my father in me.

She hates my father. I hate my father.

I hate myself as well. I see my mother in me. I hate my mother.

I hate my mother because she hates me because she hates my father and that's why I hate my father.

I am the story of two people who never loved each other and perhaps that's why I'll never love myself. 

I was born of spite to keep my dad around and I was used to keep my mom around.

I am unable to love myself becasue I was never shown love, I am unable to feel love becasue I was never able to accept love that was never there.

I am able to give love, though, I give love deeply to those around me. I don't know if I love correct or not but I do my best. It's hard to do something that you never had an example for. 

I am the story of two people who should have never met, but did and I am the consequence. I am the consequence and the punished of actions not even my own.

I am imprisoned in my own mind as the punishment for others' actions.