The Fury of Nails.
They cut me, they bite me, they trim me, they paint me;
Then they say they care for me.
I have grown white and pale,
The freezing paints don't let me inhale.
I am a hungry animal craving for calcium,
but all they give me is delirium.
My spirits freak out when acetone lushes over me, yet they keep elating me with chemicals, caring little about my health.
My outer glamour contributes to their beauty
yet they lack pity, for my shades are everchanging just like them.
I am forced to untie rough knots, made to scribble tags. I break, I bend, my tissues are dead. I can only let out a mute wailing cry for no one here is mine.