Convicted Of Innocence

I feel so utterly. . .
left in their dust.
I ask hopelessly
if I'll ever catch up.

My brain cells are intact
From a lack of alcohol,
My ideals firmly stacked,
and feet on the ground.

"You're one who is ahead"
Forty-somethings seem to say.
I try to believe what they've said,
But, to me, it doesn't look that way.

I see some old allies,
Now across the battle line.
I watch their standards die
As they claim, "I'm fine.

As I look on, I begin to cry
Because love means letting go.
I'm only allowed to frown and sigh
As they put on their "innocent" show.

Understanding them isn't easy,
and I try till my heart aches.
Of innocence they convict me
And thier approval of me is fake.

Then the great masses out there
Realize my disposition
Gazing at me from nowhere-
And I'm outside looking in. (Again)

With pity they look at me
As if I'm missing the life in life.
Of their presence, I'm unworthy,
But still, I know I'm right.