Crying over spilled milk

Okay, I'm crying over what the old adage tells me not to cry over. I don't think I've ever cried in front of my boss before, but I did today.

I had a project
It was my own
I gave it my heart
The seeds they were sown
For a beautiful work
Or so I thought
Unknowingly feeding myself
To the flock
Of faceless participants
Each wanting say
In my project they said
Was going astray

Now it's still my project
And mine it will stay
At least in the stated-
Idealized way
My heart still is beating
My mind is still ticked
But sooner or later
This mountain will shift
People will learn
To trust one another
And push for the change
Push with me brother