It's still there

It's still there,
the high-pitched screaming in my head,
been there for days,
I think that it is something to do with the tiny microchip 
that the government officials have planted on my head.
they know that I am an alien,
not of this earth,
they are experimenting on me;
they want to find out about life on other worlds, 
and are doing it without satellites 
or powerful telescopes,
reading my thoughts, 
using them to build up a profile
in case my kind ever decide to show themselves,
my idea's and actions will be used against them;
as a weapon of destruction,
I know that I come from a planet of gas-like people
but I come in peace,
just want to do my time
then go back to the motherland,
people say that I am paranoid and delusional, 
I know better,
the noise is still there;
and it comes from a malfunctioning chip in my head
that the government officials put there.