Ma

ma, i'm sorry that u have me as a child but please don't look at me i hate to see my reflections on your eyes and the way they screamed disappointment do know that i know that you love me but i know u didn't need to like me i accepted the love that u gave me and i'm sorry that i can't reciprocate it the way that u want to lord, forgive me for what i have sin i envy the child that my mother holds sorry if sometimes i wonder why you love those children more than i while i watch u caress them with yearning and love but i do hope that someday you will accept me for who i am and not because i look identical to my older brother though those weary brown eyes will never see the real me but they see through me, and how i'm a disappointment to you