The TruthA Poem by ToriSchrodiThis is the truth that I've never shared with anyone. The truth about how I really feel about my adoption and the discovery of my biological family.I
don’t really know what this is. I
wouldn’t call this poem because it doesn’t rhyme. Or
a story. There’s
no characters. No
twist ending. Maybe
a rant. But
I feel the need to get something off my chest. Everyone
makes a big a*s deal about me. That
I’m adopted. And
the fact that I found my biological family. They
say that I “found a missing piece of me.” I
was never lost! I
was never missing a piece of me! I
was always me. And
I was always comfortable in that. I
had my family. I
had the best big brothers a girl could ask for. And
a little sister that had been through everything with me. I
had friends. I
had the perfect boyfriend. I
didn’t need another set of parents. Or
another set of siblings. All
my life media has told me, “When
you find your ‘real’ family it will be like finding your missing piece.” Every
movie Tv
show Even
book That
had an adopted child made it seem like this life changing moment. Like
if you didn’t find your biological family then you would never find yourself. When
I was little I thought maybe it would be like that. Maybe
I would feel complete. But
it wasn’t like that. It’s
been nothing but a s**t storm. It’s
been nothing but pain for me. Now
I’m just the girl who found her biological family. I
don’t even feel like myself anymore. Everyone
is always asking me, “How
does it feel to have finally found them?” Well
let me put that question to rest. S****y.
I
wish I had never found them. I
wish they were still a mystery to me. I
feel more lost now than I ever did in the past. It
was never a secret that I was adopted. I
used to wear it as a badge of honor. I
was different and unique. But
now I don’t even wanna bring it up. I
don’t want people to notice. I’ve
never thought of my family of ‘not my family’. But
now it’s different. I
go out to lunch with my mama and they think I’m her friend. And
it’s just another reminder. I
want to go back to when I didn’t know these people. I
don’t know these people. At
all. They
aren’t my family. And
they never will be. © 2018 ToriSchrodiAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 21, 2018 Last Updated on September 21, 2018 AuthorToriSchrodiDayton, OHAboutI am a amateur writer, and I hope to become a published writer before the end of my senior year. I dabble in poetry but I mostly write short stories and novels. more..Writing
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