Eww! What’s this crap all over my face?
Feeling ugly and like such a disgrace.
Too embarrassed to go outside.
Stay home and my face I hide.
I slap on foundation
but this acne’s formed it’s own nation.
I pop my pimples in desperation.
I’ve caused scars, a hideous creation.
When will this stop? Never?
Maybe I’m stuck like this forever.
“Calm down this stress can’t be good”.
Friends encourage, “you’re still beautiful, Understood?”
Slapping prescriptions and home remedies all over my face.
Relax, this will go away at its own pace.
I stopped crying and patiently I wait.
It’s over, lookin good, I can finally go on my date. :)
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