I am separated from the rest based on my uniqueness it is said, an illusion that even I can reach success  
My beginnings trace back to a trap I could not be freed from,  my home,
Inject me with combustible fluids to start once again my soul, please I beg,
My neurons need to fire and fire time and time again
No, it's a Mirage here I am once again
Enslaved and chained to what "they" accuse me of,  I can't be transplanted from where I am therefore this is my sentence;
If so put me out my misery for I have already withered away,
Be the best you can it is said, but
How can it be explained if even education was a privilege I couldn't get,  as you see my uniqueness washed away by a stray bullet in my brain