Dirty nails

It slips in sometimes, little drips here and there.
No harm done, dissipating stains.
It's never enlightening and I'm never surprised.
Life’s little annoyances, its worth is nothing short of eye rolling.
Irritation stewing in disgust boils a little upon all reminders of then.
There's only distaste wrapped in irritation upon all reminders of then.
Simply stated, I moved on.
It's only sanity in your reality.
What it really is, controlled fear hiding in fantasy.
Its maturity that gets you to security, but you missed that train.
Freedom exists only for the brave.
It must be lonely in your walls, just you and your insecurities.
No deceptions, actions speak louder than words.
Let go. Give her up.
The past is dead, yet she fights.
A fist in every face. A brick for every hate.
How long can you maintain?
Later days.