Marked

I have a flaw, one visible for all to see. I can't run from it, because it burns through me. Its soft and round, easily found. It sticks out, without any doubt. It centers around my forehead. I see it every day within my reflection, I turn my head away in dismay. This mark I was born with, that I can not dismiss. I do not know why its there, or what it means. All I know is that it haunts my dreams. This flaw, this mark, so red and dark. Its left there to bare, for all to see. An imperfect me. Beyond anything, I want it gone. This mark of mine, one I can never hide.