The Product I am
I am the product of a fucked up life,
where only God can judge me and i’ll have to pay the price.
I am the product of a father who doesn't give a damn about his daughter.
I am the product of lies, storytelling, and made up truths that only lead to drinking abuse.
I am the product of having sex just to fit in only to be an outcast and a topic on News Channel 12 @ ten.
I am the product of the bullshit that goes on around me. No one to call on, not even my family.
I am the product of the mistakes that i've made in the past.
My life is no longer my own. Finally im at peace at last.
I am the product of me, myself, and I.
I am the product of You!
I am a product of life.
Just me, myself, and I.
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