Wretched brain inside my head, causing me pain while waiting for death.

Cursed with defects to live with each day, whilst watching my friends as their lives go astray.

My strength grows weary, covering my pain, as my family insists I have nothing to gain.

My mind has been altered, my future has changed.

I was meant to be different, but never this strange.

As I listen to stories of fits I have thrown, my body convulsing, my mind not my own.

Born into pain, never quite sure, my brain is an outcast, having no cure.

Although I might wander into my own world, I fight for reality as my body unfurls.

Wrought with desire to be just the same, but born into life with this wretched brain.