Wince If I Could Poem by Ima Ryma

Yes, I admit to vanity.
Do not like wrinkles on my face.
Botox injections given me
Help keep me a wrinkleless case.
Regular injections I get.
But with needle nervousness, I
See that needle and am upset.
And each time I do wonder why.
With all these shots gotten, I should
Be used to the needle by now,
But still try to wince if I could.
It's just the way I am somehow.

Needle approaching, wince I might,
If my skin were not stretched so tight.