You're kind of like acne.
The first time I thought you, I was happy
I thought this was the first sign of growing up
You were a big milestone, you know.
After about a year I'd had enough of you
with your clinginess and infectious presence
I knew you had to leave.
My heart wanted you gone
and my body seemed to love you
I just wanted out, but I didn't know how.
Then came the extreme measures
I even had to see an expert
I'm sorry it came to this.
Now you're gone but I still see reminents
of what you did to me
I cover you up everyday.
But then I realize everyone knows what it's like
Everyone knows it's not a big deal
To have a little acne every once in a while.