My Disease

I stare at the floor
And try to stay focused
On that the teacher is saying,
But it's so hard to do
When the colors of the carpet
Leap out at me,
Shaping themselves into animals.
I try to look away,
But I just can't do it
Because every time I try,
The shapes begin to move,
Drawing me into their dance.
When I finally manage
To pull myself away,
I shake my head,
Unable to focus on anything I see.
When I try to explain what I saw,
I'm asked if I'm crazy or on drugs,
Or I'm just abandoned
By those afraid of catching
My disease.