Let me paint the imagery for you...

Standing not three yards in front of you is a crowd. This crowd consists of freaks, preps, outcasts, blacks, whites, reds, blues, etc. You name it, it's in there. Within this crowd stands your two best friends, your lover, and the one person whom you trusted more than all at one point in time. In this crowd you can find people you've known, friend and foe, throughout your life. It's a cold night; dark and hazy. The tail end of a fog from a few days before is passing through. People are lunging for you, not exactly caring what may or may not happen. Just hoping that whatever happens goes in their favor. These people seem dead to you but are, in fact, not. They're all quite alive and all of them can think very well on their own.
One of your best friends is calling out your name, only it's not your name. It's the name that others gave you as a method of torture and mental anguish. Your other best friend has told them all secrets you thought were safe. Your lover does nothing to promote what the others are doing, but as well, is doing nothing to stop it. The one person you trusted most of all, stabbed you in the back and has no regrets in doing so.

Here is where you ask yourself the question: what did I do wrong?

The surrounding area is that of a city street. Cars parked on various sides, holes banged into the windows and windshields. Some car alarms are going off, others simply don't have them. Again, the tail end of a fog from a few days before is passing through. The buildings around you are typical apartment buildings. Four stories each, all labeled from beginning to end of the alphabet: A, B, C, D, E, F, G. A is where "Secrets" lives or did at one point in time, in an attempt to get on through life. B is where "Cally" lives, making a living as one who sells their body for whatever they find necessary to pay the rent and keep the electricity. C is a lot, a place where people went when they simply needed to get away, from which the world could be viewed as nothing more than a giant marble, slowly going around a track. D is where your parents once lived, before their passing and where you did reside at one point before moving in with your lover. E is where "Love" and you made your days go by, having fun, playing games, making love, planning your future and all around going about the daily life of the daily life liver. F is where C left off; keeping a party going when C was too full up. F kept what livelihood people had left in check by bringing the view of the world as a marble into the view of the world as something more along the lines of a rubber ball; bouncing around madly but keeping within the laws of reality. G is where "Trusty" lived, trusted by others, loved by others, and hated by none.

How can it go so wrong?

What lies beneath all this is a plethora of metaphors, similes, and phrases; some of which are beyond the scope of even the greatest of linguists, the smartest psychologists, the best scientists. Amongst the phrases is one that states, "The World May Be Equal Once the World Knows That to Be Equal, There Must Be Inequality." Within the metaphors is one that claims, "Doves Are Among the Most Beautiful of Dancers: They Fly With No Care of Who May See." The similes contain an analogy that says, "Live is to Life as Die is to Death."
The metaphors cannot point in the direction that the similes may, but are not wrong in any sense of the word. The similes, though not following the path of the phrases, do not lie to you or themselves. The phrases cannot tell you how to find what the metaphors direct you to, but they do understand that you are searching.
I know all of this seems a little confusing, but the image I want you to see is something different than what you may be expecting. What you need to see is not necessarily what I need you to see. It's just something you must see, whether I show it to you or you find it for yourselves.

A light can be seen in the distance.

Imagine now, if you will, that the world is no longer the world as you know it. It's the world as you can expect it to be if things weren't going your way, but not necessarily the world as you would expect to see either way. It's just a world full of people. A crowd standing not three yards away, all of them cursing and shouting. Some of them alive, some of them not so alive, but definitely not dead. Some who despise your very existence, some who don't even acknowledge. In amongst this crowd is something you would never expect to see.
Some may have told you about it, some may have explained it to you. Others may have tried and failed, others may have done so quite successfully. But what you can't get is what happened, why, what you did wrong. It all makes no sense and you wish you could make your escape. What you can't seem to grasp is that your escape has been made. You've made your escape for so long, but you don't even know it. You've found a way to make a run for the hills when the hills were nothing more than a car, or a mental block to keep out what you don't know.

The scene's becoming clearer...

It's all been tried, it's all been done. Some get away all their life, finding a way out, others will never know. Many don't want to know. Those who don't know and want to know look for the answers as if the answers are actually there for them to find. Are they and if so can you find them? You look all your life, making your run like you do now. The crowd, not three yards in front of you is only in front of you. A quick turn and you're no longer facing them. This way, there are less cars, but all of them are more ferociously damaged than the others. Now is the time you take your pace. Feet push forward, Newton's laws contracting the world's energies around you to move you wherever you feel you must go. A has been destroyed in a fashion you do not wish to recall. B is still standing, but is only full of more people, of which will do the same as the crowd behind you. C holds no parties for the lost, keeping out those who can't be seen as useful. D is your general safe haven but was discovered not long before this image could be described to you in detail.

What you can't see, can still hurt you.

Daylight is breaking clearly over the sky, the fog only blocking out so much of the sunlight. The crowd not three yards behind you, can still be heard and is still slowly making its way towards you. You must think quickly, because E, F, and G are all behind you, behind the crowd, out of reach. The street goes three different directions: forward, left, and right. Should you go left, right or simply run straight? Your choices become limited with each passing moment, the more you stagnate on the pavement, your back turned on your two best friends, your lover and that which you trusted most. A good look into your brain, one can see the nerves, each going into overdrive, weighing possibilities as quickly as possible. Keeping the brain working as well as possible, the machinery going harder than ever thought possible.

Pay attention to the fine print.

The dogs are out, the animals are loose. You are running, non-stop, straight ahead. You've made no attempts to keep people off you, so long as you can escape them. "Love" does not move, but "Cally," "Trusty," and "Secrets" are chasing after you, the crowd still but three yards away. Running has never been a strong point for you, as you've never been much for keeping it up. But you were always a lot faster than the others. The fog's tail end seems to be lifting now, allowing the sun to brightly shine down into the streets. In front of you a fork comes. An end to the straight-ahead, but a beginning to the next. A metaphor for life, it would seem, this fork. There is a left and right, but no straight ahead. To get the straight-ahead you have to climb over the walls and go through all obstacles.

It makes no sense at the moment, but don't give up.

The crowd that was no more than three yards away is now several more, something like forty. However, they're gaining fast. You turn to the left and see the street that says, "I Am You're Exit to Eternity." You turn to the right and see the street that says, "I begin the Existence Which the Other Cannot Get To." What do you do now? Again, a glimpse into your brain and we can see that you are carefully examining the situation. Once done you run to the right, making no attempts at stopping. You come to a building, which has a letter gauged into the door and walls. 'I' it says, the scrapes of knives, fingernails and teeth causing it to come out slightly italicized and shaky. The letter stands as a glimpse into what may be to come, and what may be behind you. It is not A, B, C, D, E, F, or G, but it does not embellish itself as something noteworthy to those around you. How to get past this is what will come if you should enter this door.

Can it be that there is something else?

Upon entering the door, you see that the letter is etched into the walls, ceiling and floor. All wooden, so very noticeable. The crowd is coming closer, now they seem intent on finishing the job, whatever the job may be. Are they here to kill or to simply annoy? Maybe they're here more to make things better; to fix the problem. They're closing and there's only one way to go: up.
The entire house is like the entryway: all wood, no decoration of any kind. Just the letter, plastered all over the place. I seems to be the main point, but we are nowhere near finished.

Have you guessed it yet?

You now spy something different. You reach a staircase and at the top, a mirror stands. You walk up and take a good look into it. In the reflection you begin to understand. The scene is set, you are no longer running, hiding, or escaping. It has all come to fruition and you did not waste the time you spent.
The scene I'm painting consists of characters, places, lies, truths, and an endless supply of phrases, similes, and metaphors. Can you see them yourself? The crowd represents a flock of birds, a pack of wolves. But never the less, they remain as clear as one can only hope they would. They are not tainted with the ideals of society and they consist only of the material needed to follow you.

I see you but do you see me?

A is monotone, but you will always go back to it. Within it lies what you seek to find only what A will get you. B does not let in the feared and lonely, but possesses strength enough to let you in. B will lead you to places A will never hope to reach, or does not wish to reach. C is gone to the crows, crying, "Nevermore!" to those who will continue thinking as they do in A. C's direction will be laid down, B cannot be found. D only stands to make you happy. But not to instill gladness into your heart and soul. Where D takes you, C may not follow, and B cannot stand. E wishes to be left alone at this time, kept in hiding to escape B's wrath. E will only lead you so far, but the long journey from E to the end will be one that A is afraid of, and D lies to you about. F continues to hold parties for those in need, but has since ceased its namesake existence. F once spoke of a place hidden from C, that can only be found through a party that knows and understands the difference between B and D. G remains as trustworthy as always. But a mystery to you who'd always believed. G foretells that your journey will be short and quick, unlike E, but will then end away from A.

I now stands alone, residing only as The First Perspective.