Instead of studying for the test

that I completely forgot about,

that is first period tomorrow morning,

I'm going to write a poem.

Because what else would I do? Study?

Hell no.

Let's be serious here.

I pick at my face

on a daily basis.

Rub my fingers over

my acne scars and oily skin,

trying to convince myself

I'm this "imperfect slice of perfection"

all these influencers

claim I am.