The In Between

I grew into a habit - that is, I like to convince myself that I am a monster.

It makes it easy for me to get away with things; it gives me an excuse to be strong and violent.

As a monster, I am unbreakable.

But there are nights when I am so alone and left with nothing but my own thoughts and I am forced to face what is real, and the sadness makes me remember just how human I am.

Perhaps I am not human, but neither am I a monster.

I am the dawn; for I am not as dark as night, but neither can I claim to be morning.

Not child, nor adult - rather, somewhere in between where we live in shades of gray, and perhaps that is our real freedom.