The missing piece of me haunts
some nights no sleep just unknown taunts
of the person I am now and the information I have not!.
Of the sweet mystery of my own unknown.
To know of only a mother and not a father
to question nationality and have unlimited wonder
to have heart breaks in between months
still no one knows I am torn about this missing piece
One day I will know it
I will think of this feeling as a memory
until then it will linger causing sorrow
in the dead of night awake or in my dreams
The taunting tale of my missing piece.