my principles and I
principled and alone
alone with principles and metaphors
fighting for what?
left to my clean
watching others splat and laugh
my approach is met with silence, watchfulness, reproach
have I not done as I was taught?
spoke when spoken to?
cleansed as I went?
educated where I percieved ignorance?
No, it looks to be that I have pushed faces
into bowls of mush.
Forced ideas are lone ideas
like me.