You sit there and wonder why we don't get along. Why we don't see eye to eye. You act like I'm blind and going deaf. I can see you. I hear perfectly fine theres nothing wrong with me on the outside. On the inside I don't know who I am. Even though my skin stays the same color my soul is lost and I don't know where I'm going.

Each step is starting to hurt stop shouting at me my head is pounding. Let me think. I can't think. It burns so much. I'm not a bad kid and yes I'm just a kid I know this. I'm so young but I know so much. I've seen so much.

Stop putting pressure on me. At least leave me alone. Long enough to get my emotions straight. You don't understand how hard it to be black in a white family. Adoption does more to a girl then what shows on the outside. Stop hurting me, none of you are my actual family. I have none. But I'll keep trying. Maybe it would help if you stopped rejecting.