'Every human?', they ask.
When they encounter the time of recollection,
where head reddens with anger,
where desperation turns into white lies,
in which they push and squeeze,
to ridden the toxic fluids within.
But what do they achieve through such relentless resistance?
Annoyance at their opened pores,
annoyance at their scars,
annoyance at the eyes of large.
'So be it.' I say,
let it breathe,
let it sustain thyself.
Foolish is it to endlessly harm,
for a natural occurrence one cannot help.
Foolish is it to despise,
what every human encounter indeed.
This poem was created from the theme, acne.