Pimples

Gingerly, I spread the green goop that my mother gave me on my face.
This serum - elixer - tool is supposed to help fight off the battle field occuring on my face.
These fleshy mountains -
which occasionally reach a height that can hold white caps-
have invaded my face. Rather than hide these unwanted landscapes, my mother wants me to fight. Nightly, she calls in to check up on the status of the battle.
Forget the territory around it.
Is it working?
Is the overpriced brand name on your face working?
Is the by-appointment-only ointment of the gods fulfilling the task at hand?

Not really, Mom.