Philosophy 1/25/99 by Erin McWilliams   What am I doing here In this navy blue chair With sterile white walls Surrounding me.   In the crowd, I'm still alone. In the anarchy, I look for control. I'm in the Holacaust that's not Against Jews.   The invisible cross on my forehead Is fading more still. The Bible is shrinking Before my eyes.   I open my mouth; my heart races. My tongue is numb, my legs shake. I have no voice, no retaliation.   People are mislead because of me Because of my teacher Because of contradictions I can't explain   Anger, rage, bitterness I'm engulfed in it. Once again I've mislead someone. I didn't turn the other cheek.