Sensitively insensitive

I know that you don't want to hurt me. But why? Why in the world, you? Keep on blaming me for what I didn't do, forcing me to do stuff, and yes it hurts. It hurts every time I did something and it's wrong for you. It hurts every time you notice and ordered to change the way I look. It hurts every single time that you want me to be someone I'm not. How can you be so insensitive in every thing?

 I'm a girl. I get upset or pissed off immediately. I know that you know me, for a very long time, yet why in the world you can't still figure me out? You said that I have a very very high pride, yet you didn't understand me all along. You've changed, not for the better, but for worse. What did I do to make you like this? Because you know what I only did? It's to make you feel special all the time, to know that you are cared, you are loved, you are intensively wanted by me, of course. 

    But I guess, I've made a serious mistake. For treating you like that. For loving you with all of me. For giving what you deserve. I guess I'm a slave. Or an unwanted person, unwanted, by all means of I didn't mattered. None of what I've done for you didn't mattered to you. 

But don't worry, I already made my mind. It doesn't hurt anymore. I accepted my mistakes. You cannot use it against me. I'm strong enough to face the truth. The truth that has set my eyes free from blinding. I guess I'm insensitively sensitive.