Walk down my words

Step by step you walk down the path of my sentences, unknowingly entering the housing of my mind that I call my hellish home.
You pay no attention to my stepping stone letters that are words of dark fears and emotions. Your eyes just want to make it to the end of the path.
You pass through my sadly singing soul that wishes for company. You only see the staircase of words, leading you to the entrance of my mind.
Tormenting words and accusations and unsugarcoated suggestions ricochet off of feelings of confusion and lostness, but your only reactions are stepping over the L's and t's and other tall letters.
You finally step off of the last letter, and over the ending period. But don't expect any congratulations, because you've only exited the place not many understand or can get into. You hadn't even glanced at the words, much less comprehended them. You might not be let in again.