Mama said I was a miracle from the Lord above, Conceived from a soft embrace, gentleness, and love. Tied between two intact heartstrings, I was their perfect little epitome of everything. There I was, held together at the wishing well, Brought down from heaven, but born in hell Unto the stranger things in life that we look back on with strife Painting a pretty portrait of treachery, capturing the misery And surrounded by the impurest mysteries, This is I, Mommyβs miracle and Daddyβs distaste, A spiral down the wrong path and pathetic human waste, My life left in a shattered mess Since this βmiracleβ was labeled a child of darkness.