Skin

Anger at society. Rah, rah! Angsty angst.

I don't have the skin for it,
Their lying, their feign.
Each passing day's another stretch
Across an anger too wide for its own good.
Beginning to wonder, how long can I withstand it?
Once solid, lucid
As to how I would mentally refuse it.
The once was a past, a distant one.
The present a weight I'd let collapse on another.
Skin's pulling thin, they can see right through me.
Penetration hunting on the tender flesh.