They say I am different
Born like no other they've ever seen
A brain like mine- not quite one of a killer
But killing was my main full-time job when I wasn't in here
They say I am interesting
Not in a nice, motherly tone
More like a passive aggressive way to say they want to probe me...
Learn more about the superpower I claim to have
They say I am special
No, they don't believe I have a power
Not even after hearing my explanation for murder
For that, they say "there's no excuse"
They say that I could be easily be torn
Straight down the middle of my Medulla Oblongata
My brain is perforated, and they want to know how
It functions the way I want it to- but not to their liking
They say I am broken
I know that's not true
I say I am better, more honest, and driven...
To get what I need and make the world a better place along the way
They say I am damned
And maybe I am
But if my perforated brain sets me apart from the sheep...
Well then, let me be damned
They say I am trapped in this asylum forever
To be poked, prodded, and scrutinized
They say I will never escape
Never be free again
I say I am already free
I say I will always be
I say they can never break my will
Because I know I can split into more than two
There are endless layers to my perforated brain
There are endless me's out living in this world
I say I will close my eyes now
They think it is to rest
I think I will jump into another "me" now
They think I am dead