The Final Judgement

This one's for a rather interesting contest. Forgive me if this seems dark, it's just heavily influenced by all that's going on around the world. It pains me that all I can do is write about it.

I wish I had a chance to change

The way you looked 

At me; 

You, my father, 
With eyes so disappointed
They burned my skin like
The dusty wind before
A storm;
You, my mother, with
Your hands trembling
With anger, 

For all that I could
Never be;
You, my lover, 
With a hint of a smile
So disenchanted;
As though you were

Finally free.

I wish, as I breathe my last,

That I could change
Every face you showed,
Every thought you had,
To one of love
And prayer 
That wouldn't kill me,
But set my soul free.