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.
I don’t wear a mask that often, but it seems to be enough to cause me problems. While this poem is a bit more light-hearted than typical for me, my acne is actually bugging me quite a bit. It even wakes me up at night! I’ve been growing out my facial hair to hide it somewhat. It’s so bad though that I actually made an appointment with a dermatologist, but the soonest they could get me in was about a month away. I’ll be so glad when we don’t have to wear masks anymore.
