“What happened to your face?
“drink water and love yourself”
Oh my face does magic,
My genes failed me and water can fix it?
what a joke.

The only things I get are constant *** breaks I didn't ask for.
Like these pimples. Spots. Or whatever.
I am a sensitive explosive lunchbar,
the original man size.
A ticking time bomb – a trait I'm learning to keep in check.
“I'm just helping you”
yes, help me by getting off my face.
Literally and metaphorically.

You look like you use reading glasses, yes? Well, you should get presciption ones
you can get them at your nearest optometrist,
Or any glass shop.
because the only thing unclear here,
Is your vision. Eye check !

My skin is magic.
Magic I am learning to appreciate without external forces intentionally forcing me to unlove.
“how do you say something insensitive without sounding …”
Don't say anything ! Simple.
It's not that hard to not point out.
I'm sorry I interrupted. Without sounding insensitive, you were saying?

Confidence is not a mountain.
It is a wet blanket,
and it can get messy on both ends.
So pardon my lashing breakdown.
Parts you have labelled “scars”,
are a part of me as much as I am a part of them.
I'm sorry my magic disturbs you.