An experiment
Inhuman
A failure
A curse
Ignorance is bliss
Knowing's the worst
What am I?
A freak, like everyone said?
I used to feel special
Now I feel dead
The prick of a needle
The beep of machine
I'm not what you'd think
I'm not what you've seen
I'm fake
A façade
A conceivable lie
And regarded by them
With a shudder and sigh
Don't worry
They tell me
That I'm just like them
And then they will tell me
To count back from ten
They tell me I'm special
They say I'm his pride
They're scared
Trapped along on this freakish joy ride
