This Skin

This skin does not define me
I own nothing
This skin does not define me
I am crazy
This skin does not define me
I wander the stained streets
This skin does not define me
I do not know how to be loving
This skin does not define me
I abhor superficial minutiae
This skin does not define me
I care not for your opinions
This skin does not define me
I shall peel it back and
Peel it off
This skin does not define me
I am an illusion and so are you
But you don't give two shits worth
This skin does not define me
I am not upset
This skin shields my regret
I loathe it but it protects me
This skin does not define me
It accentuates
My Best

This Poem

This poem
Struggles
It struggles to
Define itself
It struggles to
Rhyme itself
It struggles to
Remake itself
This poem
It is not a
Riddle
This poem
It only feels
Struggle

Yet Closer Still

I am getting closer to some sort of answer.