Nowhere feels safe. I try to tell my friends about it, how it covers everything, even them, but they never listen. They can't see anything they tell me.
Why can't they see? I see this- this substance, covering them head to toe. I've never been able to fully describe it, but trust me, it's horrible. And they spread it all too. I see their infected hands touch the door handle, touch their bag, reach out to shake my hand. Of course, I reject their gesture, no matter how friendly it is, because they're infected, and I'm not. They glare at me, some have even gotten fairly offended, but I'd rather someone hate me than get infected with that filth.
I try to keep myself clean from it, and I do a pretty good job of it. I wash my hands constantly, since they tend to get covered the most. I know it's inevitable that I come into contact with the stuff, but I just can't get over how gross it is, how it makes me feel.
Why can't they see? I see this- this substance, covering them head to toe. I've never been able to fully describe it, but trust me, it's horrible. And they spread it all too. I see their infected hands touch the door handle, touch their bag, reach out to shake my hand. Of course, I reject their gesture, no matter how friendly it is, because they're infected, and I'm not. They glare at me, some have even gotten fairly offended, but I'd rather someone hate me than get infected with that filth.
I try to keep myself clean from it, and I do a pretty good job of it. I wash my hands constantly, since they tend to get covered the most. I know it's inevitable that I come into contact with the stuff, but I just can't get over how gross it is, how it makes me feel.