Pricked with the needle
Swirls of the mind
Portal to the outworld
Life's meaning, undefined
Rush of sensation
"Good people" don't know
That part of themselves
They don't want to show
But I wasn't born the same
With the ability to hide
All the painful emotions
And shadows that flourish inside
So I live differently
Than my idolized peers
With the ***** of a needle
At the glance of their sneers
I drift from the world
Temporarily covering the stain
And finally for a little while
Escaping the burning pain