Like a sore

Your like a sore 
A red pimple
The kind that shows your bone
That needs stitches 
The kind you pick at
That you can hide even with makeup
That has scales growing on it
And leaves a black mark on your skin
The kind you want to hide
And would get surgery to try 
The kind proactive cant fix
Or a tattoo can distract from
No matter how well done
The kind you get teased for 
And remembered for
And nicknamed for
In a bad way
That's what you are
There's not enough creams
Or pills
Or lotions
To fix you
And that's not a good thing
When your like an ugly sore
The kind that will always be on your skin


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