It is like the world wants to punish us, invading when we are at our most vonrable* state, trying to take the face we try to put on that we are confident, we see it when noone els sees it and we do one thing we call other people murders about/for we pop the living life out of it only to be left with a scar, a scar that is like a broken heart when losing part of you, left with a scar for everyone to see and redness that proves our face mourning over its lost part, it is like the world wants to punish us and we do what we call others murderous* about/for we pop the living life out of it, damn pimples
