Like the Rest of Man Kind

Is my skin blue,
or am I see through
I can't think straight,
so I have no clue
My head is cloudy,
from all the years
but proudly count
the many sets of stairs
Always heard well
with the two ears I had
Never got mad
with Gods choice in my dad
Why be sad when medication
makes us happy
Gladly make decisions
that seem to trap me
In this state of mind
I don't really mind
Eye sight blind
like the rest of man kind
Put my head on rewind
like the rest of man kind
Put my head on rewind
like the rest of man kind