Please rip this piece to shreds, because I really want to improve my poetic skills,
I know it's really unprofessional, I just wrote it on the spot (no pun intended)
so yes, please be harsh
O' fountain of youth,
You bless us in so many ways,
Apart from one,
Our troublesome skin,
UGH, WHY?
Sucking out our confidence,
A parasite,
A barnacle,
A leech,
We all suffer, we do
From the eruption of puss,
And scarlet skin,
Upon our chins,
Our foreheads,
Our noses,
Paranoia overwhelms us,
EVERYONE. IS .STARING .AT. ME.
Plagues of you,
Epidemics of you,
Infestation!
Chaos on my face,
Of course, we are vain,
Why do we care?
Why is it such a dilemma?
You will clear,
You always do,
But please,
Hasten!
