Mom?

If only my life turned out like all the girls in fairy tales,

they were not planning for me to come into this world.

Everyone told me that I would fail,

and the things I would never do swirled.

My mom never cared,

my father was not there,

they were both scared,

to become the air.

Five kids in total,

homeless at times,

I was the role model,

they made me commit crimes.

I was their mom,

she wasn't.

she was a waiting bomb,

mentally was hurt.

now that I'm older,

I see that she was supposed to be the mom,

later I told her,

that she was not their mom nor was she mine.

My adoptive parents love me and I love them!