The dirt under my nail...

the dirt under my nail...

reminds me of the falseness that I represent

the dirt under my nail...

everyone can see is present

as they can also see me

hiding behind a wall I use to block out society

as if I've lost the pride within me

As is the dirt under my nail,

I was beautiful, now i'm disgusting

I disgust myself

with the disrespect I shows towards myself

so I am left helpless until someone decides they want to clean me out.

but what if the chance never comes?

what if  I never overcome...?

I was shoved behind a wall,

now I'm a suffering, still in pain from my fall

I am as if a peice of cheese that was left out

slowly growing a blue-mould upon me

and it hurts

So in attempt to pull myself back out

I am wiped out