Through His eyes

Through his eyes,
I am the past.
I am the hurt he feels every night when he’s crying.
I am the horror that frights the child he left behind.
I am the girl that let his hopes down.
I am the child that asked to play.
I am the human that makes him grow up.
I am the reason why he has walls around him.
I am the hurt he feels.
I am the thing that’s getting in his way.
I am the hurt he feels.
I am the regret he’ll see.
I regret.
I see.