Nail Polish
As my nail polish chips,
So does my composure
I bend my head to cry
On my own shoulder
My own imperfections
Reflected back at me
In the fading colors
The lacquer covers
The vulerable pink
Of my frontal lobes
Exposed and petrified
I shiver in the cold
That my mind created
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