It's all in my head

"There's something wrong with your thoughts!"
The voices whispered in the corridor -
Or so I thought.

But how do I explain?
The life behind these bars
Looks greyly surreal!

Everyday I see You going on with life
Like automated dolls in unison routine;
Nothingness attached in an absolute random way
Without any reason or rhyme.

So I procreate a new life inside my head
Painfully sever the umbilical cord between You and I

My hand trembles but I make the urgent cut
Nine months nine days it cannot wait.

"You are wrong, your thoughts are wrong!"
The voices call for filing a big claim case.

Now I don't fight, but smile back at them

As your world dissolves 

And becomes an atom in mine.