Pain ain't a choice, it's feeling when there's no way out. There once was a time I believe in only what was in front of me. . Climbed to the steepest point of no return and found nothing out.
How many times. Can I push it aside. Is it time I befriended all the ghosts of all the things that haunt me most. So they leave me alone. Move on with my life.
It's the principle, it's the issue. That your principal would dismiss you. Because you don't fit into that all American Box. That coffin created for creative thought.