My Tears Stained Mother's Face

I've made mother cry today
Letting it all out, she cried
And I stood happy; full of pride
As tears welled up in her blue eyes

'I won't give in' I told myself
And was apathetic to her speech
She screamed at me; she hated me
Mother was always out of reach

Her tears stirred in me happiness
I felt no sympathy; no care
Because through all my days of sorrow
Dearest mother was not there

To my depression she was blinded
Seeing my tears she would ignore
And so her pain is simply Karma
I have felt it worse, and more

How I wish that woman loved me
But loathe is mutual at heart
We are total opposites and strangers
Our souls are distant; far apart

I've made mother cry today
Her bloodshot eyes portrayed pain
Yet, I feel no regrets; nor sympathy,
For several years I've felt the same

Finally, there she was
Standing in my place
Her soul was torn in pieces
My tears...
Were stained upon her face.

((I don't need no criticism for the content of this poem, and the situation. Thank you.))