I see dark horizons as I stand on the precipice of my own demise.  I wonder why I was left here to balance precariously on this broken ledge.  The gaping hole of life.

They throw sticks at me hoping that I'll fall.  They offer to help me, only to recoil their hands in disgust.  I spend every day living amongst false friends.  Ghastly white teeth wrapped in shiny pink gums gnash continuously, nattering behind my back.

I was led to this mantle at such a young age that I knew nothing different.  Now it's too late and I am unable to retreat from the chasm that looms so completely before me.  I am almost consumed by it's utter blackness.

There were other paths that I could have tread upon but I shall not look back with regret.  I shall continue to stand here and fear the future.  Fear tomorrow.