I was blind, but now I can see
How ugly I truly can be
When I hold the power of insecurity.

I hide.

With makeup many shades darker than
My true skin tone
Caked onto my skin
To hide
The red, the grease, the bumps.
Wearing sweaters and jeans everyday
To hide
The masterpiece
Of cuts
Across my arms and legs.
Big, baggy shirts
To take away
Any shape I may have.

So I manipulate,
To make up for my ugliness.
And it works.