Sticker on my Nails

Your face, multiplied, can no longer be
More than a sticker on my nail, to see
At a slow pace and to be seen alike;
Enhanced walking poster, you're not for my walls,
Other's tears may drink your colour.

Me, just me, fashionistic me
I'm going to be free.

Grass may let its pigment printed on your face
Having you, in brutal, unwanted embrace:
With the clipped-down nails, you are down again,
Yo be stepped on,

Me, just me, machinistic me
I'm going to be anything but free.