NovemberWishes

I have only seen myself in black and white. Life is plain in the younger years; simplistic. No real definitive characteristics, only a promise that you'll grow into your skin. One day. The way you grow into it will define you the day you fit. I twitch and squirm as my skin grows tighter, Fearing I may have come into it all wrong. I am defined by the "dos" and the "don'ts" and the "rights" and the "wrongs" Instilled in that simplistic childhood long past. Painted in absence of color, built by brick and mud. "You will be sturdy in your new skin", they used to tell me. I was molded with patience and less than consideration, But just