I have a hideout

I have a hideout. It is in plain sight. I watch life unfold before me and remain unnoticed and untouched. It is my observation deck, only mine, only I know where it is. I see everything around me, missing nothing, forgetting nothing, understanding everything. And I make notes. I will never forget what I have seen, what I have heard, what I have learned. Of some observations I regret I witnessed. I close my eyes and they seem a bad dream, but they are real, and I wish I had never seen, never heard, and never learned what the truth really was. I understand I have to see them and acknowledge them, to learn, to understand, to grow. Only then can I emerge from my hideout and face the world completely whole.