Rhythm of Madness

A reminder that I’m nothing A reminder that I hate A reminder that I’m running From that horrible thing called fate. Nothing into something, and back to nothing again You used to make my world go round, and spin and spin and spin. Perched between mirth and sin, we found a lovely spot I should…

Maskne

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…

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