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