Pimples

A milky white substance

Condensed into one area

Grows on one place you hate the most

Your face

 

Your perfect face

Now riddled with acne

Pimples covering 

What used to be smooth

 

No more touches to the face

No more oily hands

Or oily face

No more

 

Or pimples are the result

Pimples grow

Whether you like it or not

They are here to stay

 

Away! Away!

With a pop, you squeeze

It bursts and flies

Into your hands

 

Pimples regrow

They always come back

In spite of everything

Another one forms

 

Not another one you say!

But pimples don't care

They rather grow

They rather stay

 

More and more

Grow and grow

No more!

It's time to go.

 

You get some soap

You get some water

You wash your face

Leaving no pimple trace

 

You remember a time 

When pimples were gone

But now you've grown

And you've gotten so tall

 

Growing up

Seemed so fun

But now I have pimples

It ruined it all!

This poem is about: 
Me

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