I am the haunted

Part one of three, I hate you, I hate you always shouting in my face your standards I can’t live up to you hurt me every day I wake up to youe words cutting me, cutting all freedom away yet I come, I know what you say is true and I let you hurt me, let you scream at me laughing as you watch me do what you want me to scaring my skin, lining me with red slowing time, bogging me down with the past words echoing, echoing what you have said stay away, both the ones from hell and the part of me indoctrinated both of you are the reason why I fell