Respect is Earned

This is a poem based on my own happenings. It's about a boy who would sexually harass me (though I sometimes dislike using the term, no matter if it is correctly used) by touching me inappropriately in middle school. He asked me out many times during that year, the year after that, and once when freshman year of high school started. I've gotten over it, trust me, but sometimes the boy still annoys me. I consider him a friend to this day, however, he's gotten considerably worse, though not always to me.
I sympathize for him and the struggles he goes through, and I try to be there for him if he needs me. But if I post something to social media about my troubles, he sometimes turns the entire situation towards him so that he's the victim again. Never more than a few times has he even spoken the word "sorry" to me for how he treated me, but I feel that I've apologized to him so much for teasing him about 7th grade.