A bit lost

Wondering the lonesome hallways, halls who's owners show such diastase that the search for companionship is never ending. It's guests are all but kind or caring for they are immune to compassionate gestures. This hostility is met with wet eyes of sorrow and lonesome thoughts of confusion. A Questioning smile that forms as a disguise to protect what innocence remains under a battered soul witch only once craved liberation and joy. It's struggle is not a purpose but it's lessons learned hold more value to it's humanity than most care to know.