The Shadows Beneath Us

The well lit room,
A haven for shadows,
But with no where to hide,
Who can be afraid,
Of the dark?
But those shadows hide, beneath us, where we believe everything is inferior,
But those shadows reflect our darkest urges,
Which we thought we could hide,
In a well lit room,
Giving darkness no place to hide,
But plenty of room for the shadows beneath us,
Where we never look,
To hide what we truly fear,
Ourselves.