Lying Eyes of a Guilty Child

[Our first glance into the world we’re born into is into another set of eyes.
Eyes that look like no other, eyes that see us like no other.
Eyes that i can tell share a part of me.
Through our first steps, our first words, our first firsts,
their eyes are locked onto us.
Our blood is theirs, so they feel our each and every pain.
You can see it in their eyes.
As the years progress, so does the bond.
a bond that not a single person on this planet can even compare to.
But slowly the tables start turning.
Other eyes appear, misguiding eyes.
As our views slowly wind off course, you can see theirs trying to guide us back.
But it’s hard to do that when we don’t meet eye to eye.
And this hurts.
Our blood is theirs, and i can feel their each and every pain,
I can see it in their eyes.
But theres no words i can use, no actions i can perform,
to try and tell them the influence they’ve had on me.
Because now i long for someone to look at me the way they did.
Feel me the way they did,
Guide me the way they did,
make me smile the way they did and make me cry the way they did.
And here i am, wishing i could wipe the tears from their eyes,
like they used to do for me each and every day.
These tears forming in my eyes now cannot be wiped by you.
For these are no longer tears of pain, but tears of guilt.
For any and every ounce of hurt i have inflicted on you.
The pain i feel for what i’ve done, i don’t want you to feel, because you don’t deserve it.
Like my eyes don’t deserve to meet yours, it causes me too much hurting.
they deserve the best cause theyre our parents, and theyve earned it.