Meeting new people, 

 such a chore

They see my skin, and stare

asking “what is that you have got?”

Having to explain its only

Psoriasis.

Then how I got it, and the treatments I use, 

It becomes center of a conversation

Having to reassure people by saying

“Don’t worry you can’t catch it”

Going bright red in the face,

Feeling the embarrassment 

creeping up on me, 

Knocking my confidence 

To a fat big Zero. 

As the person stares at me!

Hoping, Wishing the ground would

swallow me up, hide me forever more

So I don’t have to answer 

The dreaded Question

What is wrong with your skin? 

Krrymarie 17.7.10