A Poem about M.E
Hello. Good Evening. How do you do?
I am M.E and I've got something to tell you
I am eccentric in very many ways
So eccentric in fact, that I won't get the time of day
from people who dislike my difference
My "pointless talking" is nothing but a hindrance
To them, not me, but I really don't care
"I like me" is what to them I just declare
"Who cares what they think?" Is what is floating in my mind
Ignorance is bliss is just how I am designed
All that matters is my very own opinion
Such a simple concept but is hated by millions
"People are weird and different. It makes me sick"
Not my opinion, so why should I let it stick
To my thoughts and let wander around a while
Until the marinated thought is a full-course of vile
I don't. Its stupid
A thought so putrid, uncomfortable and humid
all because I cared for a thought that who did?
Not M.E, so I don't care
and that is how I am, flawless and aware