metaphor of life- i suppose.

i guess this emptiness inside me is a side effect..
of all these temorary solutions and fixes, substances i thought would ease the pain.
everythings black and white, it seems simple, but its hard to define whats right and whats wrong. its becoming a blur.
at first i thought the diziness was normal, symtoms of vertigo were occuring whenever i moved my head.
everyone seemed to have hidden agendas, and complex meanings behind everything they did and said.
it was as though god had blindfolded me, held my hand to lead me through the first few years of life, and when i hit teens, he let me go and told me it was time for me to fend for myself, but from where i was standing i turned 180 degrees and started heading right back down in the oposite direction, heading towards a cliff face.
sometimes, just as i near the edge, i bump into someone in the same postion, we clasp hands and head for the right direction, but somewhere along the way our grip begins to loosen, until once again i am alone and fighting for myself.
i guess you could say that life is just one big metaphor.
but what are we to do if the metaphor is so well hidden, we don't figure it out until its too late?
and, what if everything we have ever learned was incorrect and corrupt in some aspect, and it tilts everything we thought we knew off its axis.
i guess all we can do is shuffle our feet in the direction we assume is right, and take it inch by inch, and never expect too much.