Anger over the thought,

I see the systems in place,

a vile disrespect,

disgusting in its wanting,

harrowed in the same way a knife digs inside the flesh,

peel it back and see me breaking,

peel it back and see me unbecoming,

the light is white but not hot,

the sand is cold but cuts like glass,

you smile towards me,

you drag me in,

you play the game,

you feed the beat,

watch me break from the outside,

for the weathered flesh hides my pain,

peel it back and see me unbecoming,

peel it back and see me breaking

for today is the first day,

where I first became okay..