Acrylic
A poem on personality red flags
You put your hair up nice
You wear your dress so tight
You’re ready for the night
You’ll scream and shout and feel so right
Yet it’s only temporary
That paint is momentary
The pain is ever flowing
The stress is never slowing
Acrylic
That’s not biodegradable
Baggage
That wont become invisible
Acrylic
Your nails reveal all
Whether short and chewed
Or painted and tall
Functional or raw
All your towers fall
Try and cover up the damage
With a simple blue or orange
Or a purple hue so savage
Still the same translucent package
I bet that if I would ever be with you
There’s so much more that you would want me to do
Do your hair
Clean your car
Do your chores
Hear your snores
Pick a fight
Bloody nose
Bring my share
And carry yours
Build a chair
I’m ensnared
Acrylic nails
That’s a lot
See that snare?
That’s what I thought
Acrylic nails
You’re a lot
You can’t even carry travel bags
Without breaking a nail
How can you carry trauma bags
Without my care?
