The Epic Fail

Whispers around the hall,
The stupid snotty glares.
People grouping to the sides,
Pushing to and fro.
Such a typical morning,
For one such as myself.

Degraded, and why?
For being too thin?
Forgive me for being me,
I cannot control myself.
My metabolism is immensely fast,
But feel free to jest.

Degraded, and why?
For being honest?
Forgive me for being me,
I cannot control myself.
I do not submit or conform,
But feel free to jest.

Degraded, and why?
For being decent?
Forgive me for being me,
I cannot control myself.
I value women for more than their bodies,
But feel free to jest.

Criticized by many and for what?
Having standards?
When did wanting decency,
Go out of style?
How about loyalty?
Are these now but transgressions?

The world has become tainted,
society corrupted to the core.
I am but a unique individual,
But I am subject to scorn.
I carry this burden with pride,
To fight for individuality,
It is the noblest of things.

Call me what you will,
Gawk and sneer.
I am proud to be an Epic Fail,
Because it brings me happiness.
What is life without such a thing?
It is nothing and that is why,
I will never break under the pressure.

When we meet again,
Will you be any different?
Have have grown bitter,
The jesting taking its tole?
I pray that you learn,
So someday you too will stand at my side.
That way we can see the world,
Not as opposites, but equals.