MY PSORIASIS
Angry, white and mottled skin
Smiles without despair within
I look upon my ravaged flesh
And long for baby skin afresh
For years I scratch at this, my curse
As this disease by day gets worse
Just like a weighing scales of old
These scales weigh heavy on my soul
And as I scratch, I wait and hope
for elixir to help me cope
Could I wake some day and gaze upon
my limbs renewed and psoriasis gone?
