All the things you see

"Life is half spent before we know what it is." -George Herbet

I hate to see your eyes, empty
Your face, soul less
And your tears, full of cries

I hate to hear your sorrow
Your heart, shattering
When you walk by my side

I hate to sense your weakness
Your soul, weeping
When you should be standing tall

I hate to say be strong
When strength doesn’t withhold
I hate to say I’m sorry
When it wasn’t even my fault

I hate to let you down
When I always brought you up
I hate to make it seem
That I am now, giving up

I look you straight in the eye
As you look right back at me
My reflection, I don’t hate you
I just hate all the things you see