Birthmark

I let my birthmark define me, this port wine stain

Red above my eyes and an asymmetrical face

Pumps of foundation and drops of concealer, but there it remain

Nothing I did would make it erase

Its redness was an eye catcher

Sometimes Too vibrant; the looks that I got

Insecurity overwhelmed my life; defined every chapter

I looked different than everyone else by a lot

But finally after years and years, my surgery arrived

Lasers, beams, and a ten blade

My sight was lost that day and I could have died

All to look normal, all for the red to fade

And now, the red stain is gone but I am unsatisfied beyond repair

What I would do to go back and see myself then; I was so rare