being adopted is actually much more troubling than you would expect.
the constant reminder that you weren't meant to be.
Unsure of your origin, almost lost inside.
I told people,
'if they didn't want to have to do anything with me
why should I care about what they do?'
when asked if I wanted to know my original parents.
But I guess the reminder
that I wasn't intentional, that they left me outside a home
abandoned me.
I guess that's enough to tear at the tough outer layer of my heart
and puncture me and my feelings
and lead me into depression and suicide
that seem to be my only remedies.
