My Concealer

Of all sorts of make-up
concealer works best for me.
I use it as soon as I wake up,
it has become part of my identity.

At night I clean my face
And my scars become clear.
For when Im in my own space,
there’s no need for me to fear.

That people will see my pain
and offer me their sympathy.
In their thoughts rehearsing my name-
Thinking, oh, what a pity.

Tomorrow, again, I’ll start my day
By putting on a smile and pretending that I’m gay.