Ink

I watch the ink wash away
Wishing it was more permanent
Wishing I could be covered
In what others call impertinent
So, I add temporary colour
To mask my insecurities
All with the good reason
Of hiding a once casualty

I treat my skin like a canvas
I cover it in art
Until, suddenly
You can't tell it apart
Still, I watch the colours
Swirl down the drain
Leaving me naked
And insecure again