Against The World
It is my attempt to write from the passion in my soul
I am up late or is it I'm up real early in the morning
Even if I didn't go to bed last night
One day led to the next
The way a pen would bleed on paper
I bleed words
They want to be said
They talk inside my head
They don't always make sense
They are a bundle of good thoughts
Twisted by some other tough emotions
That can be not so good
They are like the man behind the scenes in a production
They make the production go off smooth
They are hardly ever really appreciated
They are so desperately needed
Without them their would be no production
I feel it is like the power behind a pimple
I don't like you
I will never like you
You come out of the blue
You aggravate me and everyone I know
You are a bad apple
Then when you reach a white head
You are popped
Parents tell you not to do it
They are embarrassing and hurtful
They show up on the strangest of places
Under the corner of your nose
On your neck or chin
Right in the middle of your forehead
Can it get any worse than that
The teenagers get them more often
I have had them in in my fifties
I think from sweat
The dirt gets sealed in your pores
I am not a medical expert
This is from what I might of read or heard
I did not look it up
This is what I believe
So this ugly mean pimple has got to go
When it is gone
My mind will do everything not to visit that unhappy state
So I wash my face good when I come in from the yard or the garden
I didn't like that uncomfortable, uncontrollable situation
I will avoid it at all costs
When I see someone else with a white head
I want to tell them
Can't you see that
I want to pop it for them
I mind my p's and q's
I learned it's not polite or the right thing to say
I know how I felt
Even if that time was 40 years ago
My anger to any thing that leads to a nasty pimple
Through that rising problem
I find a way to work it out
To get to the bottom of my feelings
To bring me back to a happier place
That I love so much
I left out that pimples for a guy can also come on his chest
Will people ever write about them as a subject to cover
Probably in a medical book or Dear Abby
Maybe in a question and answer section in Woman's Day
Who knows it might even be an article in Playboy
But a poem
Yes in a poem
Where pimples are rejected and cast out of society
For what they really are
Shunned and pushed aside
They are a modern day bully
That has to go
There is no changing them
So now from this what have we learned
I bring myself full circle
I now can let my true emotions
Push for something good
Here goes nothing
Now presenting in full color
I poem by Dream On
I'm Putting You On The Spot
I friend your not
You are white which is a color I usually like
I will never give you the time of the day
Because you come uninvited and no matter how often I tell you to get lost
You keep coming back again
You travel alone
But don't let that fool you
You are down right mean
You destroy lives
Young lives
Embarrassing and just awful
I could call you every name in the book
It would make me feel a lot better
Even though it wouldn't change a thing
I feel bad for those children that have really bad acne
I only had to deal with you on occasion
I heard young girls use make up to cover them up
I guess it is part of puberty
That was thirty eight years ago
I still remember the Clearasil ads on t.v.
There were also other products on the market
My father told us to use Noxema
Well there you have it my friend
A foe of mine from years ago
Never written about until now
When my face is looking good
I am as happy as I can ever be
I can yell from the roof tops
I am pimple free
Comments
DREAM ON (author) on September 26, 2018:
Lunaticdiaries Yes you are right. So many things that were on our mind then are not even the littlest concern now. I am glad those years are behind me. I try to give my reflection of both as a child and an adult as to separate people having a conversation. Thank you so much for reading. Happy Fall.
lunaticdiaries on September 22, 2018:
DreamOn, very creative. What you write about is very true, it can be a big problem for many. Young students sitting in class obsessively thinking about how the acne on their face looks instead of listening to what is being taught in class. The teacher's words floating by getting ignored because more important things take over.
DREAM ON (author) on September 10, 2018:
John Hansen I tried to tie me being a child and me as an adult.in the title. Bringing all the years full circle. The fears of the past and reoccurrence of a pimple today. Thank you so much for reading and sharing.
DREAM ON (author) on September 09, 2018:
Gypsy Rose Lee I have had a few pimples here and there. When I had to deal with them it was so frustrating. i found ways to grin and bear it. Thank you so much for reading and sharing. I am also very thankful to my mom and dad for good genes. Have a beautiful Sunday
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on September 07, 2018:
Haha Dream On, this was a different subject for a poem. I still get an occasional pimple but at my age, they are few and far between. I was also fortunate to not have bad acne as a teenager but when I did get a pimple it was usually in an embarrassing place like on the nose or chin. Good job in defeating the dreaded pimple.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 07, 2018:
That was one of the good things for me about being a teenager my face never broke out. Must have been the mix of American and Latvian genes. Hope you have a great weekend.