Unpackaged
I am
nothing but a product
of a distant father
a product
bought and sold
buy my time
sell my soul
package yourself pretty
the media tells me
spend my life
trying to please
but sometimes they forget
I am human
can't buy happiness
can't sell love
can't package me.
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