I found another one today
Right there: on my face.
Ew! It’s just massive!
All gooey and such a disgrace.
Seriously… why does this happen to me?
I’ve tried every single remedy.
Creams, tablets, and diets galore
Well- maybe not diets…
Eating phases I guess.
How poor.
Okay.
So maybe I don’t try so hard
But I shouldn’t exactly have to!
It’s not like I rub my face with lard
Or cover it with orange and blue.
I just want these things to disappear
Crawl into a hole and die.
Shrivel up and be washed away
By angst-filled tears that I cry.
Definitely not go crusty and brown
Like a strange temporary mole.
Sorry about the imagery.
I’m just distressed.
You see I’ve got my one hundredth spot.
It’s popped up on my sad old face
And simply joined the rest.
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I've Got Spots Galore!
PoetryA heartfelt poem about the true troubles of a teenager...