what's the use of being beautiful inside,
when my face looks like shit?

i'm almost 21, and my hormones are still raging;
why the hell do pimples keep popping up?

like my face haven't gotten enough scars;
there's always a new bomb, landmine waiting to explode,

with more blood loss, new ditches,
all black and blue and stained red.

why do i still have to fight this endless battle,
when i know i can never win?

i'm always patient, waiting for them to detonate by themselves;
so that i won't suffer more scars.

but when it explodes and heals,
another comes along and seriously,

there's no more space on my face.
i hate it.

i hate my skin.
it makes me lose confidence.

like i have any to begin with-
it kills my self esteem,

when girls who ain't pretty but possess good skin,
put on make up and become pretty.

i can't even put on make up for fears of making the pimples worse.
i have to look at people in the face and pretend the landmines are nonexistent.

if i could,
i would wear a mask everyday.

tired,
tired of being ugly.

tired,
tired of being helpless.