Conundrum

I have come to the conclusion that

I have been the outsider, the watcher always looking in,

always yearning to be a part of something bigger,

You fear me, as I am silent or you do not have the compacity to understand

that which is me.

I am the mirror image of you that you do not wish to see,

I am all that is good and all that is bad in this world.

I am the rider in the dark night swinging my lantern for all to see,

but you shut the me out,

what is it that you fear to see

I am the humanity of the lowest forms

the battered, abused

the gentle and cruel

the ugliness of reality

that most wish to turn away from.

The shadow self walking in the light for all to see

is this what you fear

Your crystal castle up on high

blinded by the rays of the sun

I see the radiance

I bathe in it's light

in the underbelly of life

You can choose to walk with your bridled blinders on

but the reality is still the same

we are but mirrored images

we are one in the same

can you accept that?