Moles

What could be a reason to set you apart, 

Could also save your life

You cover them up, with your hair

Or the confidence you pretend to have 

No matter what you do, they still remain visible 

To you.

We hold many imperfections close to us, 

Though these we cannot chose

We pick, we pull, we squeeze

We sigh

No hope--

This is a battle were bound to lose.