I'm Not Your Little Princess

Everything changed after I turned 10. When I started to like different things from everyone else, like music and clothes, my parents went haywire. My mom refused to let me get certain clothes because she doesn't want me to look "ridiculous" when she's the women who wears a skull belt buckle. My dad calls everything I like retarded, stupid, demonic, etc. I'm adopted and the people I call parents treat me like they regret choosing me. They say they love me, but I can see past the lies and fake smiles. I snap at my dad because he reminds me of my bullies and I have a 'tone' with my mom because she tries to justify my dad's actions and snaps at the smallest things. When I was younger, I wished I was back with my birthmother even though I have no idea who or where she is. If it was away from the hell hole I called home, I was leaving. I hurt myself because they make me feel worthless and just so..... unwanted. In the end, my own mother gave me away to these people. Was I damned to suffer since the beginning? The only person who was a fatherly figure to me was my uncle who died two years ago from cancer. I didn't cry at the funeral since I was hurting to much already to let my guard down. Even with cancer and me being 8, 9, 10, whatever age, he still treated me like that little girl, hugging me and sometimes he would even pick me up as if I weighed like nothing. I hate my life and it's all because of them