Lab Rat
It hurts, most days
to think myself
broken and weird
It hurt to be told I needed to be fixed
To be analyzed as a mouse in a science experiment
Something is wrong
With you
What a shame
Shame
Shame
Shame on you
Don't you feel any shame?
Call it nature, to be curious
The studied call it torture
Do you know what it feels like?
Before then, I felt really good most days
I never look in the mirror
It hurts too much
Stop.
It hurts.
Pathetic.
I wake
Pain.
Get ready
I look normal
I sound ok.
Thoughts
Think normal thoughts
Boots, boots, boots
tHerE is no discharge, waging a Losing battle uP,
down, again until ceasefire
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