Chipped Paint

A short depressing poem thing

I'm like a wall with chipped paint
There's a small corner that's damaged, but the rest appears fine
But once you pull on it, more comes off
The chip in the paint gets bigger, revealing a water-damaged wall beneath
It's fine, you say as you apply more layers
Trying to hide the damage underneath
Trying to hide it with a smile
But all it does is leave small scars
Scars that they'll all ignore
Because really, nobody sees the little things
Nobody cares until something dramatic happens
Nobody cares until the damage is too much and the wall finally collapses
Nobody cares until it's all gone