I walk past, slowly
Looking in the glass that reflects my soul
There I am, silent
I see my father
Yet also my mother's green eyes, crying
Is it I?
Is that them, staring?
Can I live up to their expectations?
Or will I fall short
The weight is too great
Yet I must keep going for them and me
But can I?
I move, suddenly
No longer are their faces haunting me
Is this what I want,
Or what I must do?
I long for their touch and cry silently
I feel pain
But I must be strong
For that is what they would expect of me
I grieve, but I live
I fight, though they can't
In them, everlasting pain, but love also
I live on