Nail Polish

Thu, 01/21/2016 - 00:54 -- macy132

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

This poem is about: 
Me

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