I hear tiny balls of rumors
dispersed like seeds, that find
eager, attentive minds
and grow into a tree of "fact".
I see whispers tossed back and forth
behind a closed door,
the very breath they were created in
spreading the disease from
one to another.
a mindset in this instance is caught
like the disease,
instead of made in the name of
a creative thought that is the backbone
of your perspective.
your parroted thinking isn't thought
through but blindly followed,
and I am a fish caught
swimming against the stream
of narrowed eyes in my direction
and daggers shot at my back.
knowledge in this instance
is gained by an unstable source;
the voice of an acquaintance
whom doesn't know the material
or subject quite as well
as they'd like to aknowledge.

misery is my only friend
for the next 5 days.
solitary is even a questionable occurrence.