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There is a candid way about my actions
And a mutant flaw in my brain.
You could cut me open and see the absurdity
In the way I think.
For odd enough reasons I am unintelligent with common knowledge;
With common trends.

But—

I am a mastermind at creating worlds that do not exist.
If this world was born the fantasy I longed so desperately for
I would gladly stay around.
But when I am normal for the moment
I would rather dig my bed and sleep with soil
Than keep company with the true monsters we live next to.

But—

In my head
I am special.
I am able to live
differently.

Because in the reality
That I have been sucked into
I
am nothing more
Than a monster
Who refuses to live in this society
Who creates mutants
out of our minds
And out of our skin
And out of our lives.