I need help
It looks like an inverted dimple But it's really not so simple It's a feeling of depression and killjoy It can make you cringe and weep And can rob you of your sleep It can plunder all your happiness and joy It settles like a pest Like an uninvited guest It will stay on, no matter how hard you try For some, it will be worse, Like an ancient Indian curse, The pimple was created to destroy It makes me hide and shiver Throw a boulder at my mirror I left my best friends pleading at my gate All the latest disco parties, No, I can't come, all you smarties Why don't you leave me by myself to hibernate? They make these little marks Like I got bitten by some sharks These pimples are the bane of my existence The boys, they call me Spotty It makes me feel like potty These little monsters are just testing my persistence I wish I had a trick Or perhaps a magic stick To make this globule vanish like a ghost If you give me a solution Or a clever magic potion, I wil...