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 .