Stop that. What are you doing? Dont you know that hurts?
When I look in those eyes I see no love.
The pain from the judment of your peering glance makes me feel there is no one above.
I act with aggression, how can you be so ******* blind.
To the child you raised has been kept in his own mental bind.  
You punish not to help me but yourself but I guess thats fine.
It is no wonder why I am so selfish. How
to be cared for then would allow me to care now.  
All my anger was for you to see,
how much pain I was in from not feeling that you loved and cared about me.  
As I was only a child, how was I supposed to know.
But I understood words were meaningless though,
I grew attached.  
How much more your actions could have soothed me so,
but there was no chance.  
For you did not know your actions were so powerful
to have deflated my self worth and later my caring soul.  
All I wanted was some form of validation, that I too existed among my siblings three. I just wanted to feel loved too so I could have shared all of me.