Projection

I look at the world of other people and see a madness that will tear me apart.

Then I realize it is my madness.

I look at the world of other people and see acceptance and tolerance.

Then I realize it is my acceptance and tolerance.

I look at the world of other people and realize it is just a mirror.

I am blinded by my reflection, my darkness, and my complexity.

I wonder what the world of other people truly looks like.

Perhaps we are all just white alligators coming up from the depths to bite a bit and laugh.