Beauty mark

I can see myself, vulnerable, innocent, just what you were looking for.
You set the stage for what is my life and I've played it back a million times.
Oh, how I tried to purge this from my mind but it's always tearing at me and I can't help but wonder if you ever think about me because I can't get you out of my mind.
You're faceless, heartless to me.
Was I the only one? You are the rotting teeth in my mouth and everyday you're there to remind me.
You symbolize my pain, you're that gun in my mouth but no bullet can make this go away.
I only wish I could share this with you.
Do you have a son? Is he beautiful? Innocent?
Did you share with him what you shared with me? You're my beauty mark.