Acne Diaries

Every time I look in the mirror,

I try to ignore my face. 

The zits,the scars,the disappointment, 

Is quite visible in my case. 

Advices- are a mysterious thing, 

People give it the most and others take it the least. 

Aunties shower me with them, or should I say in a chorus they sing, 

They provoke inside me the fierce but the leashed beast.

With each failed tip and tricks,

I hate the mirror a little more.

There isn't a scream of pain, but silent disappointment pricks,

As if I am in a bumpy red sea which seem to have no shore.