Disease? I suppose you could call it that…but I would say that it's more of a gift really. To stand among so many and affect lives this way, yes, I'll say gift.
I hear the whispers, feel the derision, and know the scorn you feel when I brush past you. You're glad you've been spared when I accept your dismissal.
You fear exposure to me and keep me as far away as you can but now and then, I get close enough to make your heart race.
I might keep you from crossing that line, from going too far, or I might just keep you awake a little bit longer tonight. That's the nature of my gift, your disease. Shame.