The marker glides over my arm
Concealing my imperfections
Hiding my insecuritiesWebs of colour are spun
Distracting you
And me
From whats really going onIntricate designs
Destroy the signs
Of anything being wrong
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems
PoetryJust some words strung in a pattern to release how I'm feeling and the thoughts that plague my head.
Art
The marker glides over my arm
Concealing my imperfections
Hiding my insecuritiesWebs of colour are spun
Distracting you
And me
From whats really going onIntricate designs
Destroy the signs
Of anything being wrong