About Face

Puberty arrives
With it's accompanying drives
Plus the scourge of teenage acne.
Most remedies would fail
Nothing ever worked well
While my face continued to attack me.
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Father scoffed "Son I implore
If you scrub your face more
Then your acne will soon disappear."
Scrubbed as hard as I could
But it still did no good
Further proof that my case was severe.
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Unsightly, painful and embarrassing...
By adulthood it stopped its harassing.

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© 2019 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved
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Poetry notes:
6/17/2019

This poem is about: 
Me

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