This is not a poem, this is a question

I cry in my bed every night, cuz' bouth of my parents yell at me for no reason. They hate me, or at least that is how it seems, they say that it's not becouse of me, but it always is.That is why I never tell them what my  problem is, when they don't make me feel better, they just make me feel worse. I'm trying to live the way they want me to, to make them happy and proud, but it's never enough it's always wrong. Long arguments are being made overe me eating diner, talking or just existing!
      What is wrong with me?? What is wrong with them..?