There is no point so horrid as the realization that the world around you is not in the way you first imagined it to be, that people are kind at heart, that they are willing to help you when times become to difficult to handle alone. Something happens. There is a shift, a terrible one. Your eyes open one day and everything becomes clear...it is painful and ravages throughout your entire body mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. You try to adjust yourself to the times, you attempt to find your skill. It is something that sets you apart from the others, the others who turned their back on you because you want there gaze to return, you want them to notice you once again. You fail time and again, but then you heart sets itself upon something that brings you back to life when all else seems to have failed. You become inspired, you show everyone...but they never care...at least not in the way that you do. Their response is false at heart. They are busy, they found their passion or yet to have. Why should they care about yours? You begin to practice. You ask others for help, but they never hear you. Their tone is drone at best. It never matters. Only those who have risen far and beyond receive the admiration of others. Those who have reached new heights are the ones who receive the help when they struggle, when they begin to fall from grace. So what of those who fight to reach the top? What happens to them? They disappear, lost in their obsession to finally have those gazes return, to have someone, anyone notice them. The despair and loneliness they feel soon consumes them, they are devoured by the beast that is their obsession, their loneliness, their sadness, their anger, and their pain...the pain of realization. Their world becomes heavy, it begins to crumble. They try to climb, they grasp for anything to keep them from falling into the abyss. They pray that someone, anyone, will help them, but there is none, and they fall into the darkness. Some never return from this hellish nightmare. The ones who do are never the same. They have transformed into something horrible as they finally managed to gain the power and skill needed to come back into the light, to have the eyes of those who had turned on them back in their midst. Those people praise that person, they revel in their prowess, but that person has lost something. They wear a mask pretending to be someone they are not as the new world that revolves around them expands further and wider than it ever has before...but this can only last for so long before that world starts to crumble once more.