View of the Sacred

I said I would post on the less pleasant side of my Creative Writing class. So this is a poem I wrote after one class. During it, I was overwhelmed and saddened by the casual acceptance, even the embrace, of crudeness and immorality by my classmates and teacher. Afterwards, I could simply not think or focus on anything until I got these thoughts out, and this, best done in poem format. I am not sure if what I was trying to say came across clearly, but this is what I wrote.

I knew it
It is no surprise--
Or at least it shouldn't be.
You know no different.
How could you?
It's all you've ever seen.
What more is there?
You find nothing wrong.
That's how life is, y'know?
In the back of your mind,
You wonder why I don't laugh.
If I told you what I think,
You would understand.
I'm just a hick
A prude
A victorian, no-fun, toe-the-line.
You prefer your freedom
Your fun
Your carefree unrestraint.
You pity me for my rules,
And my ridiculous, old-fashioned,
over-active conscious,
Fed by indoctrination in my environment,
and fears.
And with the ache in your heart,
You pity me.
You pity me as I miss your jokes,
don't know your words,
blush at your descriptions.
To you,
they are normal, everyday scenes.
But to me,
they are unknown, and should be.
You joke at what I see
As violation of the precious,
the sacred.
You think with my rules,
I am missing out on life.
You want to taste all life has to offer,
But without separation,
Food becomes bland.
Without restraint of volume,
Enjoyment is lost.
While you gorge on the appetizer,
I'm waiting for the 12-course meal.
Learn to eat what is good.
Raised on sweets,
How can you appreciate the subtle flavors?
Your laughing cuts deep into me.
Life and joy and love pass you by
And you don't know it.
I may look foolish to you.
Waiting, refusing to indulge may be hard.
But beneath the heartache and trouble,
I have hope,
While beneath your joking,
Your mocking, your criticism,
You ache.
Am I naive? Foolish? A prude?
If it means that I reject your ways
And hold what is pure in high esteem,
Yes, I am.