111 – Left Out Leftovers

I Am the adopted middle child 
red hair, treatment unfair - 
like leftovers left over 
out all night - lost & 
so I try, oh my do I try; 
a knife now cuts out strife - 
found my forgotten legacy life 

never was it my choice to choose 
to awake to bake fake cakes 
& make a ghost lake, erie 
baggage I carry a burden; 
broken hands - I Am trying 
hands holding on handlebars 
ridin' dirty is my Eternity; I Am