Every morning like clock work
With the rise of dawn
Arises my need,
The need to cover up.
A few strokes of brushes,
A few dabs of paints,
When I’m done and look in the mirror,
I wonder,
What did I spend all this time covering up?
Imperfections or my identity?
Too bad they don’t make concealer for your personality.
©️ Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 