My knife is quick

What seems to be the problem sir?

My mind is lost, I swear its true!

Symptoms sir, whats ailing you?

My mind! It's gone! I swore I knew, but now it seems its all see through!

And this affects you, how I ask?

I'm thinking different from the rest! I fear of failure on the test!

Some simple meds will clear your mind, all in all their quite divine.

But what if I don't want to change, I'm happier when I am strange...

But oh you must kind sir, you see!

I must decline I'm sad to say, I'm seeing visions, I'm okay!

Oh no you can't! You won't! Just wai-

My knife is quick, your mind is slow. Bye now, see ya, gotta roll!