May 18, 2011
They no longer call me by my name
Since I was captured
My name is now a number
I’m just like the rest
No name
Just a number
Printed on the clothing they give us each time it smells the same
Like fresh air I have longed to have
Were treated differently
The bracelets on our wrists is glued to our skin
The power we have is weakened as each day goes by
The rooms filled with kryptonite along with our bracelets
I plan to escape one day
And burn this place down that has put the people of my kind through misery
The government is to blame
We became more powerful
We mutated
They did this
The tests
The needles
Being in here isn’t weakening us it’s just making us stronger
And they know that
That’s why their afraid
That we will take control sooner than they think…

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