Why I am going Crazy

Day turns into night again just like the tide rushing in. Nothing really changes here, I guess, I should be smarter by at least one day. Those who take know how to do it, I just don't want to train the next generation to do that to anyone else. I helped to create my prison walls, now I can tear them down. If there is no respect it gets shown in all the littlest things. A helping hand, a smile, kind words go the distance. Contrast that to the clutter and the hunger and the frown. It's no wonder I'm feeling so down. Ive seen the other side and it makes this place seem sad.