Eyes

I have dark brown eyes, yet every time I look in the mirror it appears as black as the night sky. When I was younger I could see the light in my eyes and I loved my eyes. Now all I get is pain when I look. These dead black eyes of mine that my father gave me. Made me feel like I would always be a disgrace to him and anyone around me. He told me that I need to dress up and look a certain way because I represented him. No one told him to give me his name. I hated my name because it wasn't mine. The funny thing is that no one in my family called me by his name, but by my nickname. That was great, but in school I was always called by his name. It did not burn as much, but then again no one knew him so that may be the reason. My eyes were still bright then and I was still a weird lovable kid. It wasn't until I saw him again that my eyes became dark and so did my mind. Always brought to a stop on those dark nights that the moonlight came in. The light that was not to be allowed, but still tried to come in. I cannot remember a day I was happy around him or when I was happy with my pupils. I try not to look at these dark eyes because when I look at them I cannot see anything and at this point I can't tell if that is good or bad.