Adopted

Five- my birthday party,
you got me some coloring books,
crayons, legos,
but nothing that i asked for.
Seven- you got her rollerblades,
the same thing i wanted,
but now i wouldn't get them,
because she ruined my idea.
Eight- i fell off my bike and wounded my knee,
she laughed as i cried,
you told me to shake it off,
as i dug the pebbles from my skin.
Ten- she got in an accident,
broke her leg in two spots,
you were frantic with worry,
i did what she did to me, i laughed.
Thirteen- i got my report card,
two A's, three B's, one C.
You yelled on and on,
but hers was worse than mine.
Fifteen- i was angry,
tired of her having special treatment,
wanted to end the whole thing,
and i asked why you treated me this way.
That moment- i found out why,
with those words you said,
"I can treat you this way,
because your not mine, your adopted."