Facepack Burns

My face on fire

With every dab, it spreads on

My helpless hands know its for the best

And that the pain will soon be gone

I fan my face for some sort of relief

But my skin tightens as I wince in pain

As I long for something to wash it away - 

Clear tap water or even the rain

'Its not medicine,' I remind myself,

'It'll be gone before you know'

So I just sit there without complaining at all, 

And force a straight face for show

I continue to stare at my green painted face

To scowl in agony at my reflection

And wait for the herbs to work their magic

And polish my face to perfection

Author's Note

I'm incredibly sorry if this poem sucks, but I've written this after a huge poetry block, and I honestly can't stop laughing at myself. :D :D :D
Thoughts?

Reviews

[KAin]

This is pretty good for someone emerging from a block - my stuff usually sucks after one of those. This, however, does not!
Keep up the great work!

[Aehr]

This doesn't suck? Haha, I didn't expect that. But thank you. :D

[Rita L. Sev]

Poetry comes from EVERYTHING - and your piece proves that point! Good rhythm to this, and a nod to the reality of how we suffer for perfection. Well done, Rhea!

[Aehr]

Thank you Rita. Yeah, I really respect all us women :D

[AK]

You are finally over the block!! I was right after all hehe :D And you were right too, you wrote a weird poem to get over it lol :P
Anyways, weird or not, I think it's great! The usual rhythm and rhyming scheme that I always found so enthralling about your pieces shines in this one as well.
Love it! And I could almost feel a face mask burning in my skin, it was extremely relatable. Keep writing! (No idea why I'm saying this, I already know you will)
AK

[Aehr]

I still am laughing at myself for this one. Thank you AK.

[Coyote Poetry]

I always wonder did those cleansing creams hurt. I guess they do. Good description of the pain to be beautiful. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Aehr]

Thank you sir