The Hill of the Ill

When I see, daily,
Minds suffering
I am crying inside
Maybe out of fear
That one false step
Would make mine
Just like theirs
Just like that
One wrong turn
A trip to Hell
And I'll burn
I question if that's
hypocritical 
When I shed tears
If there's empathy
And compassion left
For those who 
Struggle with
loss and addictions
Living lost 
Slowly fading
In their own
conditions
And I with my 
contradictions