The waiting game.

Unsure of the rules in a life of constant change, the only way I've survived is adaptation through improvisation. Perhaps that's why I shift my shape, to roll with the punches rather than drink them. It's hard being so many people, remembering who I'm supposed to be around whomever I'm with. "You're not acting like yourself" is a phrase I've heard, but never believed. The truth is, in those moments I am more myself than you may ever know. I don't know why I hide parts of my personality, even from those I care about. Maybe it's the same reason why I don't mix certain company, I'm just afraid that perceptions will change in a way that I have no control over. So I might pull back, I might hide, but know that it's more than likely a version of my psyche that you haven't met yet, peeking out its head to test the waters and see if a warm embrace awaits. While it's a cold and scary place inside my head, and full of dark and unsavory beasts, all each one wants is to be accepted.