there's someone
   in my head, but
it's not me. 

  “there was always that
          for everyone, some
             just more than others.”

     I have a *******
   military base
in my head.

       I am planning out
   missions taking place
halfway around the world. 

    “I hate needing something.
             it makes me feel weak.”

       I was the same way
for human assistance. 

but the drugs? those
   were just chemicals
       and I am a science
                    experiment.

                I'm something
         you have known
     about for months,
   finally throwing
together at the
last moment.