Adoption

My dad asks to see me,
He corners me in his room.
I ask him to leave me alone
But he insists to cover me in gloom

He says it is important
He says I need to know
I feel like screaming out loud
But I won’t let it show.

He tells me I’m adopted
I tell him it’s a lie
I know his has baby pictures
So I make that my alibi

He decides to finally leave
And now I want to know
Who is my true mum?
But I won’t let it show.

I do my internet research
But the records are destroyed
Did she hate me so much
She disposed of any evidence employed?

I hear myself gasp
Then I start to cry
I want to stop
But I fail on all my tries

I decide to go to the park
That I remember best
I hope I’ll remember her
Maybe then I could rest

But the park gives me memories
Of a wooden case
And then I gasp again
Then memories I try to erase

I run back home to my worried dad
Who tells me my last name was Pie-ying
I go to Greenwich graves
Wishfully thinking he is lying

But then I see her tombstone
Mrs Jenny Rose Pie-ying
I feel terrible inside
I know the grave is lying

I feel like yelling put
And now I want to know
Did she ever love me?
But I won’t let it show

Ever