Don’t panic!
I won’t take their medicines.
I’ll slyly palm them,
Crack open the little capsules,
Stockpile the contents ‘til I’ve enough to drug the guards.

No-one need worry:
I won’t stop.
Though reaching for the stars
May not get me any closer,
I’ll stretch up anyway and enjoy the exercise.

I can’t let you cry for me.
I don’t deserve tears.
I know I’m abnormal
And there are things I’ll never have,
But I think maybe I’m happy.