I'm not gonna let that keep me on the ground, JETPACK!
When I encounter a setback, press that button ignite my JETPACK!
Launch pad shrinks, disappear. Fly through atmosphere.
Plasma's tingling and I'm hearing the words that occur to me for no reason. What am I alive for? What will I die for? Why do I believe to others I'm an eye sore?
Am I fueled by another engine, Depression and Aggression, Confusion and agitation, Fly away on my JETPACK!

When wounds
Are apparent
Clean the 
Afflicted
Allow your open
Sores
To be picked.
Put your fingers in
Deep, wiggle
A little.
Loosen the flesh
Let it heal