Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Con"neck"ted

There is a birthmark on my neck.

In the shape of a crown it is.

All my life it's given me heck,

Getting stared at, nobody's biz!

Maybe I do overreact 

To this feature by birth designed.

Maybe I should just face the fact

It's only ugly in my mind.

To try to put my mind at ease,

I go to a doctor to check

If there's any sort of disease

About this crown that's on my neck.

The doctor pulls her collar down,

And on her neck, a birthmark crown.