I feel nothing at all

My world is colored a miserable headache tinted grey,

And inside my brain is corroded and filled with decay,

I don’t feel anything, I never cry, never happy nor sad,

I suppose for this is the reason they call me mad,

But at least I’m not stupid, obtuse or dense,

My perspective of the Universe is grand and immense.

I am cold, calculating and robotic,

Schizophrenia is actually quite cathartic.