Sense Sonnet - Acher

Trade Off

I battled the big teenage curse
That made me want to hide my face -
Called acne, pimples, zits and worse,
And I had one hell of a case.
Lotions and ointments, salves and creams,
I tried them all to no avail.
It was my impossible dream
To find a cure that would not fail.
I found it on the Internet,
A magic pill that made me one
Of the smooth skinned, blemish free set.
Side effect tests had not been done.

My perfect skin is to die for.
I don't want to live anymore.