Poem : They did, but didnt, but did

I did a poem they said they understood
i did art they said buy they would
They didnt, and didnt
But what they did didnt
match the aim and caused a schism
They used instead
A thread
Of use brain, and drain
Without reinforcement
and what they meant
was, and is a division
of soul between
realisation and possibleism
From one place where both exists
But given no grace
for all that that can be
and should .
The users ,
and may i say abusers
Of my worth,
May i say forth...
Making my soul into a piece of wood .