Ode to a Blackhead

Home was safe

There were no bumps

Or knocks that hurt

Me because I was

Burrowed deep underneath

Skin.

I was irritating

I kept being scratched and

Picked at but little did

They know it only made me

Angrier.

I had friends under the skin

Fellow blackheads, whiteheads, and

everyone in between.

I was the happiest I've ever been.

But I felt something

Something different

Different touch maybe

Maybe a squeeze and then

Then out I came splattering

Splattering and bursting

Bursting through the hole which

Which was my home

Home was safe

Safe I was not

Not anymore