The Dirt Under My Nail... Poem by Brittney Phillips

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 disrespest 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