The Vent Part 3
I feel like I'm adopted,
My mind saying Mario stop this.
I look in the mirror yelling where did I got this?
Green eyes, tall, and light skin.
Dad has black eyes, dark skin, and not even five-ten.
I feel like the odd ball,
I feel like nobody loves me at all.
I'm happier at a Friend's,
Then with the family in the weekends.
In are family pictures,
People always asking who is the kid with the white features.
I feel more closer to the preacher.
He showed me some ways and scripture.
When I messed up,
He was there being a great teacher.
I feel like nobody gets me
And sometimes they are my enemies.
I feel like the wrong fruit on this family tree.
I feel like leaving is the key-Mario Perez
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Copyright © Mario Perez | Year Posted 2012
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