Homage to my eyes which can see through shame and neglect, disappointments and regret, and into those hazy blue eyes which scream a subtle "help" into mine. I see your past, and quite plainly, I can see your future too. You're going no where soon, so don't hold your breath till your face turns blue, because i have no sympathy for that. I see your broken bottles and tears of a daughter that was never truly yours scattered deep within you. My eyes see your lost love of family, friends, and yourself crawling underneath your soul, and making a home there. I see every mistake you made which shaped you into the pathedic, unexcusable so called man you claim to be. And i'm sick of being tired of everyone else making up of your mistakes. If I were you, I would fix them, but if I was you...i wouldn't know where to start.