Don't Talk About My Acne
By lockey
Don't even talk about my acne These zits make people attack me and crack me, They use their swollen knuckle's Then they take their belts off and hit me with their buckle's, Damn! My foot kills! I see any big guys outside and I get the chills I get diarrhea, Blood spurts out of my ear, This is raw fear How am I going to have a career? When I cant even talk to a stranger I get so paranoid, because my life is one big void No friends. No confidence. No life. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 03:48 AM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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