I stand in front of thee with a mark upon me
Despite my many pleas, I cannot erase it off me, that thought is too risky
I feel thy eyes reprimanding me, judging and calculating a disgrace
I did not choose such a fate; it was just destined to fall upon my face

I look at myself in the mirror and stare back in disgust, I have become a monster
There are mountains forming on my battered skin, oh those cruel heartless imposters
I wake up each morning hoping they have disappeared, even more reassured that they cannot be fazed
I did not choose such a fate; it was just destined to fall upon my face

My heart sinks every time, as I trace the lines
My own touch scorches my skin, I want to just leave and resign
I cry in pain as old gashes reopen, every drop of red that falls carries my self-esteem, I feel out of place
I did not choose such a fate; it was just destined to fall upon my face

I am helpless, hopeless and lost; I just want to scream
I’ve tried it all, the gels, the zit creams
There’s nothing I can do but ignore the hateful glances until this pimple crazed phase goes into space
I did not choose such a fate; it was just destined to fall upon my face