Tick tick
The clock goes tick
Those ticks make me twich
My nails I pick

Time pulls me out of the real
Each tick makes it hard to deal
Anxiety I feel
My nails I peal

Slipping power
I fall off my tower
Pressure building this hour
My nails fall like petals from a flower

My mind wants to race
But the ticks go at a steady pace
Stress I have to face
My nails are gone leaving no trace

Each mistake runs through my brain
Each leaving a unique stain
Hard to express the internal pain
My short, clean nails make me sane