My memoires like a juke box, I insert
a thought to play out those memories
stored with in my mind. New ones I
can view no long stored play out in HD.

Then we have those stored at the back,
old memories some long forgotten then
a coin, smell of music last heard inserted
in with some change of thought, and
played out in my mind on an LP slower
than the new ones but still seen quite vividly.

My mind is a juke box of memoires, it plays
old and new, some of the old ones with
out sound but the pictures I see are just
as good of long forgotten. The new ones
stored my jukebox stores my memories
for me to listen to and see, I put in a thought
and I see the memory of old as if it was
only remembered yesterday.

I don't even matter anymore
So why can't I walk out that door
Why can't I just give up without failing to do what I set out to do
*I don't matter to myself
So I don't matter no more

We're standing in the rain,
As it's thundering around us,
Yet I don't hear a thing,
The world so oddly still.

The turmoil and the pain,
Shared from your eyes to mine,
Reflected in the storm,
Winds howling in the sky.

We're standing at the beginning,
The minutes, months and years,
Flashing before our eyes,
Until the door is closed.

I still feel the pain, the heartache,
when you ripped my heart in two,
I was falling for so long,
After the day I found you.

You left my emotions reeling,
Head spinning, so confused,
Couldn't catch my breathe,
From running after you.

Don't know where the time went,
Or how it went so wrong,
As the storm reaches its crescendo,
I turn and then we're gone.

I often wonder
Who I really am
How so much has changed
Over the years
But one question
Still lingers in my heart
Why...

I have many friends
Just like me
But not quite me
Even they wonder the same
Why...

I felt I was diffrent
I felt so out of place
I felt something was missing
There is an eternal void
Why...

She gave me away
And I dont know why
So many questions
The answers I may never find
God put me here
For reasons still unrevealed
Until he shows me
I may never know.

It is hard being adopted
With questions unanswered
But something wonderful
Always makes me smile

I would never
Have
What I have now
If it wasnt for the adoption
I have a wonderful
Loving
Protective
Tight knit family
I call my own.
I have three children
Whom I love and protect with my life.
My parents
Whom
At times
Do tend to
Get on my last nerve
With the lectures
But deep down
I know they love me

They love me
The best they can
This is my legacy
This is who I am..
I am an adopted child
And im grateful
My family is apart of
My adopted legacy.

The Telievision
Tells you things,
Lets you know,
Just what to think.

You can never stare too long,
The news tells you
what's right from wrong.

Go on out and,
buy these things,
diet pills will,
Make you shrink

You've got life,
made up all wrong,
Just compare it
to the songs.  

Your life isn't MTV,
So you must try,
And be just like me.