In youthful years when skin’s abloom,
A common plight in life can loom.
Acne’s curse with blemished face,
A tale of pores in tight embrace.
Follicles clogged with oil and dust,
Whiteheads form, a creamy crust.
Blackheads open, dark and bold,
In pores their secrets tight they hold.
Red papules rise, tender and sore,
Pustules filled with pus implore.
Nodules deep and painful too,
Cysts that hide from view.
Excess oil, a gland’s delight,
Dead skin cells in pores alight.
Bacteria’s silent creeping dread,
Hormonal changes widely spread.
Medications play a part,
Diet’s role, a debated art.
Stress, a subtle, lurking foe,
Aggravates the skin’s woe.
Topical salves, and pills to take,
Chemical peels, a clearer wake.
Laser beams and light’s embrace,
Steroid shots to calm the face.
Prevention starts with gentle care,
Wash your face and keep it fair.
Avoid the touch of hands unclean,
Non-comedogenic products glean.
Hydration’s key, so drink your fill,
Healthy diet, food that’s real.
For stubborn cases, do not wait,
A dermatologist can set it straight.
Acne’s tale is one of strife,
But care and patience ease the life.
In time, the skin may find its grace,
And leave behind a smoother face.
