Sometimes the world is too much

I am not a strong person, not at all. A friend once told me that talking to a group of people is like talking to a mirror; how very far from the truth that is. When I look in a mirror, I see weakness, I see me - but when I look at my group, I see strength in numbers, a pack of wolves or hungry dogs. Actually, it doesnt even matter what it is that I see, it could be toothbrushes, yes, a bunch of toothbrushes staring at me, waiting to do whatever it is that toothbrushes do when they are not hiding in your cupboard, when they are not at their hygienic chore. Now you see, now you know why the world overcomes me sometimes, because it can be too much. It's nauseating, that feeling, like looking down a gaping hole; it's not a mirror, some piece of glass with my face stuck to the inside, but a deep, ferocious hunger, waiting for the most opportune moment to jump out from its event horizon, I am nota strong person, not at all; I dont have the balance to stand the edge, nor the grip to hang when I fall when I finally do and that scares me, falling forever because there is no hope - if the world pushed me into the hole then why would it pull me out, I have nowhere to go, but down, down, down and down and nothing left.