What made me? 
Me... simple me who cries at her anger.
Who tears herself up at every single dissapointment.
Dissapointing moments . . . was it those that made me? 

What made me? 
Is it simply science -- hormones. chromosomes. 
Love, sex, an act and a baby.
Deceit, Illness, Death -- at the wrong time.
Time which she didn't have which I didn't have..

What made me? 
She made me. They made me. And after death they still made me.
They made me, me. 

Me, the disattached.
Me, the paranoid. 
But even me, the optimist.