I feel it on my head,

Slowly getting bigger.

He smiles at me,

It’s to hide the smirk

Even from across the room

He can see it.


I sit in the classroom,

Try and do my work

But it consumes my mind.

A slight touch makes it sore

For it is right on my nerves;

I will beat it.


When I get home

I dump my bag

Straight to a mirror

I squeeze and squeeze

‘Till the satisfying ooze

I sigh in relief.


Tomorrow I shall walk

With confidence and

A head held high.

I will feel pretty again

For the spot is gone.

The End

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