Your Poetry Dot Com - Being Adopted

I didn’t understand when I was a child,
Just that my birth mother didn’t want me all the while,
I never knew how special it was to be adopted,
As all the confusion danced around in my head.

I remember at school I felt really alone,
Not having a brother or sister to call my own,
I’d hear stories of the sharing and of their fights,
As I lay in my bed I’d envy them at night.

I wished for my feelings of loneliness away,
But the wishes were ignored as my sad feelings did stay,
I was sick of feeling like empty inside,
But the feeling of emptiness I was able to hide.

Although I had everything and didn’t have to share,
I would have given it all up for someone to be there,
Why was I the only one like me?
The only one who didn’t know their family tree.

I’d long to have another to play with,
Inside me I had a lot of sisterly love to give,
But I remained alone all through the years,
With no brother or sister to wipe away my tears.

I was accused of being a spoilt cow,
Because I never had to share I didn’t know how,
If they only knew just how alone I felt,
How if I had a sibling how my lonely heart would melt.

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