Autodidact's Solitude

it is a drug i think knowledge sweet on the lips bitter the more I learn I know the more I feed I grow full inside to bursting overflow I’ve found my truths alone why do you fear to speak to me why do you hide from me please? someone? do all fear knowing? you fear losing your belief? why do you all speak cliche` I can’t forget what I have learned unwelcome in academy halls elites and invitations from friends unsent I’ve read so many books complete my mind is full; my soul empty