Here is your hand print here is my DNA here are the new names and the labels they use but who is he who is she who is the soul your heart looks into and what makes you, you? Are you, you, or are you a product of them, him, her, your abuser, your friend? Is your abuser your friend? Or is your friend your abuser do you know do you get to choose do you have a say or are your lips sealed to do you have a problem or are you the problem is there a solution here on earth or will you pay the price of death for what others don’t like is it fair dose fair matter is there such thing as fair do words have power if you talk does that mean you have a voice so unless you created everything and made everything you use are you really new are you really different cause when you look over and you see the same red shirt you bought your mom is the same shirt your ex-boyfriend who your still not over his girlfriend is wearing do you feel bad do you see your mom the same do you hate everything and everyone for the pain one creature caused you do you hate how invested you get in those who aim to break dose it suck that the ones you love always seem to love someone else more than they love you do you question life and the master plan and why you’re a part of it and why everyone else seems to keep it together but your always falling apart