Maskne, acne
Neither make me happy
Am I a teenager once again?
Oh God, no!  Not my skin.

Pimples galore
Like nothing before
They even wake me in the night
And give me such a terrible fright.

Insecurities I have fought
Cleansing creams I have bought
While some days I wish I was young
Praises to pimples should never be sung