acne
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Younger wanting to be olderOlder wanting to be youngChild wishing to be biggerBigger wishing to be thinner.Teen wanting a clearer faceClearer face wanting a better bodyPeople lamenting bad hair days
Puberty arrivesWith it's accompanying drivesPlus the scourge of teenage acne.Most remedies would failNothing ever worked wellWhile my face continued to attack me..Father scoffed "Son I implore
Acne dapples your face
just as stars blemish the sky.
I’ve seen you look in the mirror
to ask yourself why.
You seize the concealer,
yet your smile, still wry,
because no one picks up a brush
Dear Acne,
Because of you I can barely stand to look in the mirror
I see my facial landscape
Patchy red plains meet blackhead hills.
Nobody wants to see beauty. In the uglyIn the sink, in the suffering dailyIn all the days before they die,The moments before they sleepSomeone is taking awful chances with chemicals in their body
imperfection is a pimple.
an irregularity, red and raised
in the middle of your face when you are 11
to you it is unfamiliar
so you buy concealer
Looking in the distance
Towards the judgemental figures
Hiding in the crowd from their cruel jokes
Eyes like fire burning your skin from your bone
I look out of plane view
At a mountain range anew
They are so beautiful
That words are to dull
To describe the pull
That they have on my soul
I.
When she was ten
The first zits
Appeared on her face
While her friends continued to bask
In their childhood glow.
Small and pink,
Barely noticeable,
The mirror only knows how to say
"You're unique," in the worst way,
The fairy tale bodies
of crinkled magazine covers always implied a happy ending,
But this, is
When my parents divorced each other,
At the age of 5,
I told myself, I will be different,
I will succeed.
When cystic acne ravaged my face and body,
Everyone gets a pimple once in a while, I know that, and everyone has their own issues and insecurities, I know that
