Isn't It Time?

   When I was young,

I needed not ask

any questions

pertaining to my past.



But now that I'm older,

I deserve to know more,

because what if one day,

she comes knocking on my door?



What should I say?

How do I confront her?

Should I say,

"Hi - so you're my biological mother?"



You've held it in long enough,

so tell me the truth.

My mind's confused enough -

I needn't blow the roof



All I know is her age,

But for now, that doesn't matter.

The reason why she left me

is what I am after.



My curiosity is more of

how I came about.

Was she a case of abuse,

or was she just sleepin' around?



It wouldn't hurt me

if it was choice number two.

For I think it would make me appreciate more

being adopted by you.



But all I want is to meet her,

so why do I have to be eighteen?

I'd just want to talk,

and find out a few things.



What if I had half-brothers,

or sisters for that case.

I have a right to know.

You can't deny that to my face!



You can say what you want to,

'cause for now,

I have to believe.

But once my eighteenth

birthday comes,

the truth I will receive.

I'm not doing this to hurt you,

but somehow you must understand.



She may not be my mother,

But she sure can be my friend.