I reflect what people want to hide

My existence to you is the confrontation of who you truly are. I see through people even when I don’t intend to. I know when something’s buried beneath. And I like it. I covet that search, that deep urge within me to start digging. Maybe it’s spiritual, a trauma response or neurodivergence. I need to profoundly perceive the people I encounter. I reflect what people want to hide away. It can leave me loved or hated. Some like being seen and others don’t like the exposure. They don’t want to exhume. I am a key for some to unearth self reflection. I can’t keep forcing it though. That’s a harsh truth I’ve had to come to. You aren’t allowed to excavate and tell.