It's a Thrill Being Mentally Ill

Your brain being busted is a-okay! Being well adjusted is so passe! The path to serenity is straight downhill, and it's a thrill being mentally ill! Being bland's a fee for sanity! It'd make a boring man of me! So ignore the bills! Throw away the pills! It's a thrill being mentally ill!
I wake up and take a sip of some hip yerba mate, make quips to the mirror as I fear this clear day. I say, "They'll pay" in my head, but with dread I force a coarse smile, dreaming schemes of the vile. I put on my name tag and start greeting lame drags at the grocery store, never needing sorcery more to cast spell in this vast hell and turn yuppies into puppies and my bosses giving me guff into guppies. Here I have no choice but to hear the voice saying, "When you're in pain, they all rejoice. They're out to get you, everyone who's met you. They want to upset you, and steal your cassettes too." I'm telepathic and know the truth, and homeopathic so I keep my youth. My superpowers make them poop and cower, but I'll bide my time at ten bucks an hour.
I'm twenty-nine now, but will I live to see thirty? The way things are going, probably. But if I step outside I will surely die. A cloud in the sky will make me cry. I trade sleep for caffeine, neck deep in mad schemes of rad things like spring flings with scene queens. But really, if a date says, "Let's fornicate," I lie and deny that I'm even straight. When I take a lady to bed, I talk dirty to the people in my head. I'll let OCD take care of me. My lunacy will set me free. I'll go to school naked. If I hate a rule, I'll break it. The only mistake I could make is fake it. I'll freak out the squares, throw away my cares, and feel glee I'm the only me anywhere!
Having a rational perspective is passionless and subjective. Living a life striving to be wealthy's more mentally unhealthy. Fight the aliens in other dimensions striving to control your intentions! Be anything but meaninglessly mean! LIVE EVERY DAY LIKE HALLOWEEN!