when did I last smile?

To whomever raised me

A little of topic, but I had to write this piece as it occured.
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I know you mean well,
Your eyes clearly say so.

The obstacles you had to overcome,
Were hard I'm sure.

You would tear up in anger,
As you tell me your stories of pain.

You tearfully pray for my future,
It must be sincere right?

Because you're my father.

Your eyes which never did glance my way,
It clearly showed disdain.

The stories of pain you recite every night,
I grow tired of you blaming me.

I know you mean well now,
But the past still stays with me.

Your back faced to me as you cry,
Do you realize my tears too?

You're just a stranger in my eyes.
But I know you mean well.