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