Padded Exits

Locked away in the place for the special ones The eccentric, the odd balls, the misfits We rest here We roam here We are our own entire breed When we return to society We cannot assimilate into your pretentious existence So we return We hate it But, we know no other life It is the only place where we fit in The only place we belong We may be in hell But, we ride this rollercoaster together Sharps locked away and padded cells Living here in this therapeutic hell But, unable to escape Our mind is chained here We cannot escape our destiny