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.
Copyright © Tania Frilot | Year Posted 2008
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