My look might some what disgust you, my ways might not be as refined as your own, I am different in many aspects. I sleep when you are awake, I waken when you fall to sleep.
I am the night, I live in the shade, yet I come to life in the light of fear. I am neither good, nor bad, I am the mirror, the reflection of those who look into me.
I come from a place only reached by the mind, I am the object of the imagination. I come and go, I appear and disappear, I open doors that seemed shut, and I close doors that looked open.
I am a friend, a foe, a listening ear, I am the noise and the thunder, I give and I take, what is mine is yours and what is yours is mine.
I am the fool, I am the wise man, I know nothing and I know everything, I read words of hatred, and I burn books of love, there are two sides to every tale.
I live by the river of emotions, anger one side, love the other. I swim backwards and forwards, with and against the current. Sometimes I drown, and sometimes I gaze upon the stars while I float.
I am the laughter, I am the tears, I am the comforting ear. I am the abuser, masked as the long lost lover. If you search for me, you will find me, for I hide where you hope not to find me.
I am the brother and the sister that you never had, I am the saint and the sinner, the liar and a bringer of truth.
I am the unspoken word, I speak the words no one else will speak, I am the mute who cannot listen, for listening often hurts the heart.
Mock me and you mock yourself, for I am you and you am I, you may not agree with me, and I may likely not agree with you, we are two sides of the same coin.
I am bitter, I am sweet, you can take me or leave me, you can laugh at me or with me, you cannot escape me, for I am the figment of your imagination.
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