Schizophrenic Brain Cells

My English teacher's favorite poem of mine.

Take a rocketship to space,

but don't forget to take me with you.

And don't forget to push me out the door, 

because I want to explode in the stars.

Only from lack of oxygen, though.

Can you see the way I do?

Can you see the world passing us by?

Can you understand that my brain isn't processing this? 

Can you understand exactly why?

I think it's the disease.

Do you hear the music playing? 

With a mechanical bass guitar? 

Or is it a cello I hear?

Or possibly a harp?

Wait, you don't hear it, too?

Maybe it is just me.

But I can't be crazy! 

I'll show you that I'm not, 

I'll punch you in the face.

But I'm afraid you're my only friend,

And I don't want to clean up glass shards.

Are you mocking me?

Why do you copy my moves?

Oh... Why are you so still?

Is it because you're a mirror?