“Spots All Over Me”
by Sophia O’Brien
Spots are my flaws that keep on spreading.
Everything I do wrong I get what I deserve, and I get hurt.
I try not to complain, and leave it alone, but I can’t stop the spots from coming.
They keep on coming, and spreading.
It’s like the flu, it makes me feel like a fool.
The flu feels like it keeps on rising, and never goes down.
Just keep on rising, and feel like I’m dying.
My head feels like it’s bursting, and I don’t know how to stop the stress.
Spots are like stresses that grow, and they keep on spreading until you explode.
You tell me to stop, but I keep on stressing out.
The problem keeps spreading.
The spots keep showing, and I try to go with the flow.
I try to fight the spots, but I can’t.
Hate.
Sadness.
Anger.
Fear, spreads too.
I’m unable to fight them.
However, Happiness also spreads too.
When I’m scared, or stressed with spots all over me at least I know how to get rid
of them.
Stop stressing.
Leave it alone.
Stop making the spots worse, and let them heal.
Spots are my flaws.
But I make sure they don’t spread any more.
The spots will start to leave me alone when I leave them alone.
And I will make sure that the spots won’t spread, and go away.
