What's on, what's there
What can't be touched.
What we think makes others beware.
Beware who we are on the inside.
Acne is the unfortunate
addition that causes the poor
young soul to lack,
confidence,
self-esteem,
and pride.
Stop.
You are beautiful.
You need to forget.
Acne is on everyone
You have nothing to regret.
So they judge,
so they criticize.
Secretly pointing out the
pink,
scattered,
stand-out surface
on what used to be
a bare and beautiful face.
Stop.
Every face is beautiful,
but never bare.
Stay optimistic in your attitude.
Look them in the eye,
wink,
and smile when they stare.
You're still and will always be you.
Only your heart speaks the truth.
Of how you create and what is part of
who you are.
Whether broken out or not,
you never
stop being
a beautiful, young,
star.
So this is my first poem I am actually posting. Wish me luck!