The conflict with my creators

As the world continues on,
My time here as well withers away,
My life soon eventually will be gone,
Every passing moment i wonder about existence,
Why do i exist everyday?

The cause of this are those who made me,
Not God but the other two,
"Something's wrong with you!" i see,
If that's so what are you suppose to do?

My coming into existence was your choice,
This monster infront of you was your creation,
One that pleads you with sadness in her voice,
And yet, like a slave you think i am like in your imagination,
Bound to every single word that you say.

What's the point of existing if i have to suffer?
Though i wish to end this, fear draws me back,
This riduculous child infront of you is so much more that you think,
"A spoilt brat! One who throws her temper!"
In your eyes, manners and respect that i lack.

The critism I take that make me feels,
Do I as a human have no right to speak my mind??!
This fate....this unbroken seal....
Chained by the throat and bound to this kind,
Into oblivion i actually wonder into.

Once i'm dead, Will anyone care??!!
I think not!
Everyday coming late into the night,
Giving me unreasonable excuses to stop my desires,
As my creators, I do what's right,
Obey them although my hatred for them is like fire.

Whatever choice i make, good or bad,
One of them objects, the other doesn't care,
The choice of death won't even make them sad,
Their overpowered by money, both refusing to share.
The arragonce of lawyers, welcome to my world!

They think providing me a bright future is everything,
In the process shattering my dignity,
They expect me to respect them as they don't respect me,
The only route i fear to take sets me free.
Be thankful that YOU my readers have parents who love you,
Not like mine who don't do!