So Many Lies..

All my life,
You have told me a lie,
My mom is in the hospital,
And that she could die.
You tell me your mom is fine,
But you cannot live with her,
Never tell me why,
Afraid the truth may cause blur.
Blur in the reason I am me,
Why I have been taken away,
From the mother who loves me,
From the one I who would play.
Play with me all day,
With my wonderful toys,
Would lay me to sleep,
Filled with a lot of joy.
The joy from a daughter,
Who she loves so dearly,
Not another son in her life,
But her last child and only daughter.
How could you do this?
Tell all these lies,
And never tell me,
That my mom may die.
Never mention that my mom is ill,
That my mom has a mental disorder,
Some days she's happy and others she's sad,
Never tell me mom has bipolar disorder.
Never inform me of why my mom,
Is this way and she may willingly drown in water,
Why she does not always acknowledge,
Acknowledge the presence of me.
Why she may tell me,
I'm not her kid,
Why my brothers' life's,
Were so hard to live.
Now I do not know,
When to believe you,
And when it's a lie,
I cannot always believe my mother,
So who do I have to believe?
If I can no longer believe my own family.