I was only ten
Why me
I stood there as my mother showed me the letter
It said "there is a 99.9% chance he is NOT the father"
The man I called "daddy" so long wasnt mine anymore
The man who I adored so much wasnt mine
But I couldn't dwell on that moment because what was next was the real pain
From that moment on everything who I thought I was WASNT MINE
And all I really wanted was something to call my own
But my name wasnt mine
My identity wasnt mine
My race wasnt mine
I became unsure of who I really was
So now I'm just an epitome of what everyone else wants me to be
Only because I'm insure of who I am
Unsure of what to call my own
I just want someone who I know 100% is mine
Someone or something that 100% can be MINE

I'm always perceived as the enemy
I never do right by anyone
It's so hard
Because
I try
I try so hard
To please everyone around me
But it's never good enough
I never get it right
I just want to be able to one day say I made someone proud
Anyone it couldn't be a stranger from millions of miles away
I just want to be able to get it right just once
Once only
I know it's not right to look for the approval of others
But ...
What other choice do I have when I've never gotten it right
What is IT exactly
I don't know but I'm hoping to find out