It was dark against a blanket
Of skin as white as snow
And I've hidden it in a way
So that no one, it, saw
But whenever I got naked
I look at it with fear
With despise and with helplessness
For I can't make it disappear
It had been there
For as long as I recall
But I never had enough courage
To break down that wall
I was never enough able
To show them that mark
'Cause I've seen people who did
And to their fire, it gave the spark
But to a selected few
This deformity, I've shown
Some would show me theirs too
And I'd say I'd never known
What if I wasn't born
With this godforsaken thing?
What if it's a scar that's due
To a young me's suffering?
So my despise melts
And in comes my sorrow
For because of this birthmark
I might not live to see tomorrow
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
It was dark against a blanket
Of skin as white as snow
And I've hidden it in a way
So that no one, it, saw
But whenever I got naked
I look at it with fear
With despise and with helplessness
For I can't make it disappear
It had been there
For as long as I recall
But I never had enough courage
To break down that wall
I was never enough able
To show them that mark
'Cause I've seen people who did
And to their fire, it gave the spark
But to a selected few
This deformity, I've shown
Some would show me theirs too
And I'd say I'd never known
What if I wasn't born
With this godforsaken thing?
What if it's a scar that's due
To a young me's suffering?
So my despise melts
And in comes my sorrow
For because of this birthmark
I might not live to see tomorrow
This is not a naive poem about a birthmark. It's something way more serious.
