I Wrote This When I Was Thirteen

And I still have the same feelings.

Zit

How I hate you, little zit.

If I had an enemy, you would be it.

Little red dot, scarring my face, 

You'll bring bumps all over the place.

I've tried creams, potions, and many a brew,

Just so that I could get rid of you.

Soon I will have to start taking a pill,

Even if it will make me feel ill.

I wouldn't be scared, or worry, or fret,

As long as I could get rid of you yet.

So if I were you, I'd die away soon,

Instead of inflaming like a hot air balloon.

Although you want to be seen, I do not,

And it's all because of you, little red spot.

I used to look nice with a pretty complexion,

But now you have driven away my perfection.

Why am I worried so much about you,

And how I look, not what I can do?

I should be worried about other things,

Not a little, red zit and what it brings.

So I'll pick up my chin and hold myself high

Despite the large zit above my left eye.

I'll remember who I am, and what I can do,

And forget the red zits that make me so blue.