Product of Myself

I wanna escape but the path is blocked, I wanna way out but the exit is locked. I'm a total mess, And I confess, I am a product of myself. I really have no one to blame, Its all mine, the guilt, the shame. But what's done is done, I cannot turn back the hands of time. Wishing there is something I could do, Yet, the only way out now is through. I wish that I could somehow delete, erase, Press a button and obliterate. I search and search and cannot find, No, life has no button marked rewind. It's non-existence does not help, I am but a product of myself.