Hangnail

A hangnail, a small, yet painful woe,

A tiny tear, that refuses to go.

With each tug, a sting that grows,

A hangnail, a nuisance, that everyone knows.

It starts as a snag, a slight discomfort, so mild,

But with each pull, it grows, uncontrolled.

A small thing, that causes such grief,

A hangnail, a source of frustration, so brief.

It may seem small, but it can drive one mad,

A persistent pain, that's hard to banish or add.

With each tug, a sting that glows,

A hangnail, a torment, that everyone knows.

So here's to the hangnail, a small, but sharp pain,

A nuisance, that lingers, again and again.

A tiny tear, that won't go away,

A hangnail, a reminder, to tend to one's day.