The Foster Child

They're coming after me.
Taking me away from all I know.
Don't they notice my tears?
That I don't want to go?

No emotion in their voice.
I feel as if I'm dying.
I don't feel the need to speak.
But they just continue prying.

They're ripping me apart.
I'm thinking too far ahead.
As they force me away from you.
Breaking that solitary thread.

It's never nice to know.
That I'm leaving you for good.
That's what they're supposed to do.
Somehow I knew they would.

You never hurt me once.
But they don't understand.
This isn't what I had in mind.
This isn't what I planned.

Our family is broken up.
To foster care I go.
It dawns on me so suddenly.
And the tears begin to flow.

I want to know who called.
I want to know who told.
Who could tell such a lie about you.
Who could ever be so bold.

Was it a family member with a grudge?
Was it a friend of mine?
But why would they want to cause this pain?
It won't be ok or fine.

I can't go to sleep at night.
Knowing you aren't in the next room anymore.
Whatever could I have done?
I'm not fully sure.

Was it my fault?
Was it something I said?
Was it the times I have cried?
Or the times that I bled?

I bled for myself.
For my hidden pain.
That I wouldn't admit.
That came and went like the rain.

Or was it my brothers?
Did they make up a lie?
What did they expect to accomplish;
By making me die inside?

Foster care is not a life;
That I want for me.
I want to be with the one's I love.
With my family.

Mom I am so sorry.
For what they put you through.
But the pain that you are feeling;
Is what I'm feeling too.

I don't know what went wrong.
How it all changed so fast.
How you aren't in my life anymore.
You are a memory of the past.

I would give anything.
Just to be with you again.
But my life as a foster child.
Is just about to begin.