Hangnails are the bane of my existence
Of all ailments and broken pieces,
They cause me the most aggravation
While hands and skin are painful,
The ones on my mind are pure frustration

My thoughts manifest as such
Like a cut without end,
They cannot be peeled away
There's no bandage for these minor wounds
It's a pain that is bound to stay

Just a sting and a little bit of blood
Focus on something else and pull
That's all I have to do
But I will not scar myself like that
I cannot bring myself to

My brain is a worker's hand
Tough, but not without pain
Working through this life
with each hurt lasting longer
and extending my internal strife