Victim of Guilt

It started to drizzle on the windows a few years back
When it became apparent that loyalty and trust were hard to come by
My perception of the world dimmed as the sun hid behind clouds
Leaving the world more dreadful to my naked eye than before

I grew up, put a few years of experience under my belt
And the sun started to shine through the haze in pieces
Slowly allowing me to see a brighter world
Even among the destruction and sorrow raging around me

Before long I realized I had simply lost my eyesight
Blinded by my forced naïveté
And then it started pouring down rain
Eventually buckets of ice fell, tearing apart the newly sewn seams of my heart

It’s a tragedy when an individual has barely seen the sun
When she has become accustomed to a constant hailstorm
Unable to believe what she sees or hears because the sun is no longer shining
Colors are no longer brightly visible but in dull existence

I supposed this is simply a call out to those who have been victimized
To those who have lost their faith in humanity
There are still loyal and trustworthy people in the world
Yes, extremely difficult to come by, but they exist and are in hiding

[Hiding for the sake of their own hearts and souls, testing you in the same way]

And to those who have caused hearts to crack or completely shatter
It is time to pick up the pieces and become the person you were created to be
Or else face the consequences of pure emptiness and despair
Along with the weight of the world plastered against you