What do you do when you know you don't belong?
Where do you go when you are crying because nothing is what you thought it was?
How do you pick up the pieces of a torn and tattered heart...when the only thing that put it back together is the one thing that tore it apart?
I cry because I love you...and I know you love me too...
But I'm reminded every time I look around the room that I don't belong here.
This is someplace that I'll never go.
You say I'm welcome here...you say I'm family...
But every time I look around...all I see is you...your family...there is no me.

I'm not trying to be selfish...
I've tried really hard not to be hurt...
But I can't do it anymore...I can't let my heart hurt.
I'm glad that you're happy...
I'm glad that I finally see...
Something that was so obvious to everyone but me.
It was never a question of love...rather a question of being.
You're mouth says one thing...your life another...
I'm sorry...I guess you aren't really my mother.

I don't want to hurt you.
But you've unknowingly hurt me.
I can't pretend anymore.
I have to let go for me.