The Maze

I've always wondered what my greatest ambition was. People always seem to ask what you aspire to be, what you would like to achieve... and if I'm perfectly honest, I don't know. Sometimes, I think I know what I want to do, that I've figured it all out; but then other times, I'm not sure. So I've been pondering over it for a while now. Countless hours spent, thinking, wondering, dreaming... I would like to say that I came up with something inspiring, or beautiful, maybe just something happy; but it truly saddens me that it isn't any of those things. My greatest ambition is to escape this maze of depression and self-loathing that I've been stuck in. I wish I could say that it was as easy as turning the corner and finding myself outside in the beautiful sunlight with the birds chirping; but sadly, it isn't... I'm stuck, wandering around this never-ending maze of pain and terror and I can't seem to find my way out. Turn upon turn I make, I seem to get stuck again. Turn upon turn I make, I find something equally terrifying. I find my faults, my fears, my mistakes. I find out things I never wanted to know... But how do I get out? How do I escape these horrors? Will I ever get out? Is there even a way out of this maze? There isn't. I can't get out, for the simple reason that I am a part of this maze, and this maze is a part of me. There is no escaping it, there is no running from it. There is only living with it. So to answer my question; there is no getting out, because I'm not inside of the maze, the maze is inside of me...