when i first saw it, it looked like the light but all i did was cry. I cried and cried until that one person held me and then i felt safe. Why did the "light" seem to make me cry? Eventually I got over that and went on in this "light" wondering what exactly it was. I learned how to get along in this place, how to get what I want, and ultimately how to survive. I had to fight for everything; for food, love, and life. It was a constant war. As i went along, this light seemed to look more and more like darkness. But it didn't make sense to me. It was my first glimpse of "light"? How could i be so wrong about it? What i thought was light was actually this horrid hurtful place. A place where people hurt innocent people without even thinking twice. A place where there's so much hate towards others that they can't help but take their own lives. A place where children are treated like dirt, something to be walked on, spit on, and never considered to have worth when in reality they have so much more worth than the people who take advantage of them. But then what about those people? Where do they belong? Heaven? Hell? A place of peace or a place of neverending agony? It's beyond my comprehension right now. What I once thought was going to be a sanctuary of happiness, is now an evil place full of pain and hurt. All I have to say now, is welcome to the world, life.