My nails are a part of me,
Though injured, they're still a part of my story.
And I'm proud to tell it,
Through the nails on my hands.

My nails, they shimmer and shine,
A canvas for my creativity to entwine.
But don't judge me by their length or hue,
For they are a reflection of my soul anew.

With every scratch and every scar,
My nails have told a tale of who I are.
They've seen the joys and the tears,
The laughter and the fears.

Through the nails on my hands, I've lived a life,
A life of love, of strife, of strife.
I've held on tight, I've let go,
I've lived and loved, I've grown.

My nails, oh my nails, they're a part of me,
A part of my heart, a part of my soul, you see.
They're a reminder of where I've been,
A symbol of where I'm going, my dreams.

They've been there for me,
Through all the years.
They've helped me to grow,
And to become who I am.

With each new design, a piece of me is revealed,
A glimpse into my soul, my heart to conceal.
My nails, they speak of adventure and dreams,
A journey of self-discovery, my spirit to gleam.

My nails are a way to speak my style,
Without having to say a word.
They're a reflection of my personality,
And how i want to be perceived.

Their beauty is not just skin deep, you see,
It's a window to my soul, a reflection of me.
My nails, they tell a story of their own,
Of self-expression and a life unknown.

My nails, oh my nails, so delicate and fine,
Still a part of me, a tale of my life divine.
Though injured, they're still a part of my story,
A testament to my strength and my glory.

I'm proud of how I handled my injury,
It didn't let it get me down.
I am still telling my story through my nails,
That's an inspiration to me.

My nails sing, I'm a survivor, I'm a fighter,
I'm not afraid of anything.
I'll keep on going, I'll keep on shining,
I'm a survivor, I'm a fighter.

So if you see my nails, don't be so quick,
To conclude me by their color or their thick.
For they are a part of me, you see,
A way for me to be who I am, wild and free.

My nails, they tell a story of their own,
Of self-expression and a life unknown,
With every stroke of color, a new chapter unfolds,
A story of self-expression, my soul to behold.

So if you see my nails,
Don't judge me too quickly.
They're just a way for me to express myself,
And be who I am.


© Aneemkp