The Maze Of Life

At first this maze seemed fun as I entered. A new adventure an experience.  When I entered the walls were painted with pastel flowers and and pretty pink sunsets.  Those didn't last long, soon the beautiful flowers were replaced with steel, and metal bars. This Maze is too confusing with twists and turns, and corners that back me in due to pain and fear. No one can hear my cries for help as run through this storm they call a maze. Certain days I don't feel like moving further with the maze with the fear of being led back to the corner of Terror. I always wear a mask with a fake smile plastered across it for the fear of showing how I truly feel. This fear and this pain feel as if they will never go away. I don't understand how others can go along so happily and freely amongst the many  twists and turns. I run around lost looking for a way out the raincloud permanently placed amongst my head when I remember there is no exit for this is the maze of life..