Keeping Myself Hidden

I keep things to myself.
I hate people that judge
They make it seem I ain't enough.
I try and try, try to hold it back.
I shh myself, letting the pain fall back.
I remember when I got bullied,
named called, pushed, shoved and tugged.
I have never done any harm.
So why come at me starting your issues.
I am a good person never laid a hand a hand on nobody.

I keep things hidden deep inside.
The pain is real, I rather chose to cry
I live life of being a adopted child.
I am darker than the rest of them.
They ask why are your parent's white
I say seriously why does color matter.
I don't have to be a certain color to be there daughter.
I was not made by them,
I was raised by them as if I were there own.

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