Acne, 

I hated the sight of you from day one.
Oil pumping from enlarged pores. 
Boils and blackheads forming,
Cysts, pits, scars and sores.
A head without a face.
What am I?

Please help me.

Excruciating pain. Skin tormented by itch. 
I seriously don't have the strength for this.
Find a cure before I cut these fuckers off myself.
I've tried every pill and wonder cream on the shelf.
Drink water, use mild soap and eat well.
Tested every tip out there, my face will still swell.

Urgh! How did you get them? What are they from?
They look sore.
People staring like they've never seen acne before.
The blood, the tears and the mental torture.
Thank God acne abandoned me as I grew older.

No more fearing the face
That will greet me in my morning mirror,
No more stares of disgust,
Feelings of alienation and obsessive fixations.
No more crying, hurting or painful sensations.

Acne,

You are more than just a skin condition. You are a psychological slayer. A traumatic one man war experience . .

A soul destroying slaughterer.