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