Who am I

It's good to question your family every now and again.

Do you ever feel like an interloper--

A person set aside by your own?

You think you belong,

But instead

You're cast aside,

And forgotten.

The one place you matter

Should be among kin.

If your blood rejects you,

What are you?

Who am I

If not one of the family?

What makes one person recognizable

As blood

And another

As rain.

I wash away;

I fade away;

Away I go;

I can't invite myself

To join my kind.

I must fade away

like the dew when it sees the light.