I am a defect
a flaw
I am the scars that you hide
beneathe your sleeves
and I am the leftover marks
of last saturday night
after the bar
and your secrets they are not
safe with anybody who says
that they are safe with them
and your secrets can't be safe
with somebody who wants
so badly to know what they are
you are a defect
a flaw
a blemish
an impurity
something to look down upon
a mirror image of everything
you said you would never be
stick your finger down your throat
see if you can pull up
some of that thin black smudged lining
between integrity and ladies night
from your chest