FLAWLESS PRODUCT

I am a flawless product
the hands that created my body had made it perfect
someone had shared this blood and genetic,
my existence was that other person’s fear
That’s why I am a flawless product of my dear

Children teased me by saying I am not real
such bold honesty belongs in children’s tongue,
yet if I was not real, and they were
if I die, would that mean they could create the same me again?
This feels like a curse-cycle rather than a miracle
such audacity of mankind trying to play God
I hate this so-called flawless product!

What about me?
was my soul too that other person’s soul?
was my past also that person’s past?
did my whole existence mean also to continue someone else’s?
That's s lunacy!
This was not my wish,
this was not the whole meaning of my life

Have I scared you my dear?
I am scared too with this feeling of not-real
what am I exactly? I do not know
I am just like you, but my creation was tampered
then what does that make me?
Flawless product...