pimple.
when I look at you it's as if I walked into a dump full of plastic bags tampled and rippled by wheels of trucks, soil covered newspapers damp with the oil leaking from old exhausts left to rust.
your appearance ins't welcomed at any party, reunion, graduation, or occasion.
yet you show up anyway.
as adele would say "out of the blue, uninvited"
you couldn't stay away for one day?
might as well get ready in the dark.
the scars you leave are worse than the freckles left from prolonged exposure to the sun.
they're unavoidable, much like strech marks on a pregnant woman's stomach.
you're not welcome, painful and unappealing.
and not even with a pop! do you disappear.
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