Epidemic

Always embarrassed, a little careless My head was empty and quite hairless I never really knew how to fit in People would always be staring Calling out rude names and daring Me to try and show them some skin But I hid under my hat and Always carried round a bat In case someone decided it was time To teach me how to come out Of my apartment and doubt The weather, curse the sun and try To change the clocks all upside down And make my smile into a frown See, it never really made sense to me To me the weather, or whatever Had absolutely no whatsoever Affect on my brain or my tea But they insisted that I listened Took me to church and had me christened In bitter hopes I’d finally see the light Maybe it was Jesus, but don’t Quote me on it I might be wrong I was a little drunk that stormy night When they barged in through my door And walked all over my new floor I’d polished just about four days ago I cursed and I yelled at them This is my house, you’re not invited No one is allowed to walk these rooms They fell silenced and I gloated Over my victory and floated High above the ceiling in my pride Until from up there I could see Looking down on those three Just at what they were looking with surprise And then it hit me faster than the Caffeine in my morning coffee Just how foolish I’d been all along I never knew them till I met them And I met them only when I let them Walk through the corners of my humble home Ever since that day none of Them ever again made fun of Me in any sort of childish way Now they understood my need (to wear a hat and not be seen) Which caused a paradox in me As for the first time I could freely say I’d been cured of chicken pox But they all have it and know it not Shh, be quiet, let them have their fun Now they’ll know this bitter feeling Of no dreams and no sleeping Through the entire long and lonesome day Once they realize their hair will Have fallen out and they will Repent for all their sins and their mistakes But by then too late it will be The scratching will drive them completely Up the bloody walls of their rooms And then they too will spread it on How so strange when just it gone Was all I wanted and all I yearned for Yet I've started an epidemic Of chicken pox and weather critics Who know nothing of clouds and the poor But now I am respected Feared and even detested By all those who avoided me before