Skin

An apology is much overdue

For all the harm I've caused;

More so with the harsh words, 

Which daily fell from my tongue.

The cuts and bruises once came

From being young, wild, and free.

Then a few years later they only 

Derived from countless insecurities.

Nonetheless, you kept me strong;

Stretching over the parts that felt wrong.

Holding me, while my mind adjusted;

I had no other chouce but to embrace.

Finally.

Finally the bones no longer felt out of place;

I grew accustomed to my face.

All the things I could never change appeared okay.

I had changed anyway.