Misconception Of Despair

Watching myself slip and fall, breaking into many fragments, unrecognizable to all. Disturbed by the flagrant uncaring attitudes of most people. There are no clues or rewards for being kind and gentle. Sinking in footprints of disconsolate miseries, carried off to unpleasant corners of life. Light shining down, illuminating blackness of despair, no help offered or given. Wasting away on benches of liberty, full of cobwebs and dust - views very limited. Pathways overgrown and tangled, kept that way by misconceptions taught from birth.