Lurking under the surface,
Never knowing when it might appear,
But praying that it stays hidden,
Until the day is here.
Or perhaps it will rear it’s ugly head,
And I would be overjoyed,
To engage it in battle until,
It finally is destroyed.
But whatever may come, so be my fate,
Yet I hope I am the victor,
Or rue the day the zit came out,
And ruined my year book picture.