Friday, August 17, 2007

A Pimply Poem

Woke up this morning
Looked in the mirror
AHHH!

A Red Carpet Beauty Crisis

Great. Just great.
Ack!
Pizza Face.

Just let me hide under the blankets today.
Hide until the horrid acne goes away.
FOREVER.

It's not cute
I don't want it on my face, on my body, on me!
I don't feel pretty
With a ring of pimples around my face
Covering my face
An Invasion of Acne!

But I still like me
Even with an entourage of pus-filled landmines
And honestly, who could resist me?

(Hopefully no one!)

2 comments:

caroline.leigh said...

eeeewwwwww!!!!!!

it's okay. i don't judge you by your pimples. just your jokes. keep them good.

or face judgement.

!!!!

:D

Kibou said...

Hahah, that's such a 'Taylor' poem.. I can just imagine your EEEK face.. LOL.

And a quick note, if you feel like a pimple's coming on, just put some plain yogurt on cotton and place it around your face like a mask.. Leave it on for like an hour and go wash your face. It'll be smooth the next day, and it helped take the oil out of the pimples I had ;)

Worth a try.
Love ya,
Ayaka

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