229 - Adjustment

I sit here every day

Waiting to get busted

When will they find me out?

Oh to be well adjusted

I mould into my seat

Become somewhat encrusted

Pretend to be like them

Oh to be well adjusted

If they could only see my mind

They'd be rather disgusted

I'm not like other people

Oh to be well adjusted

Look at all my things

Been a while since they were dusted

If only I were normal

Oh to be well adjusted

The responsibilities I have

I can't believe I'm trusted

My thoughts - a squirming mess

Oh to be well adjusted!