You think I am lonely.

That I wish to go back to where I came from

For I know no one of my ‘own kind’ here

You think I am broken.

Because I was an unwanted child

abandoned and taken by strangers

You think I am sad.

For I look nothing like my ‘american family’

And have to deal with people who look at me weirdly when I’m with them

Thinking I am lost or something

You think I am weird.

Because I seem too ‘American’

and don’t speak my native language

Or act like a real Asian

You think I am crazy.

For I should be more upset about this whole situation

Than I really am

You think I don’t know what love is.

For I know what it’s like to have a mother,

But not a mother who truly loves me like her own.

You think you know everything

You are wrong.