A poem about feeling used, unwanted, and wanting to prove everyone wrong.

Keep the world safe from pimples.

Poetry.

All of us were born with a beautiful smooth healthy skin. some of them were last but in my case, having a great skin wass until my teenage time. when I was 14 pimples are started to appear. and I really hate it. these pimples turned to acnes which was really hurt and of course this results to lack of self-confidence.

Humorous list of times when "Have a nice day" just doesn’t fit the occasion.

Check it out gurls!

Genuine inane babble, highlighting no issues in particular, with little incite into anything of much note.

A poem about the person inside who exists only to hide.

Sitting, late at night, writer’s block… to much caffeine or not enough? What is that swelling on my forehead?