The truth

A gloomy start, is the part, where i get surrounded by the dark, no pathway is clear, no light to be seen, but you come over and step in between, the walls are so high; I feel like I'll die, I'm trapped in a cage with no known escape, the color of red is seen on my head, but why do I feel so mislead? A blanket of trust, made from cotton, would soon disappear and be all forgotten. like a wrinkle in paper, The damage is done, but when it's your turn, it isn't so fun.