The clock stares at me,
Everyday laughing at my face.
Telling me that my life is a lie,
I have no place.
The clock stares at me.
Wickedly it sneers and insults me.
I die inside.
How can this be?
The clock stares at me again today,
Has it already been a week?
I guess I'm used to the torture.
I guess I'm just a freak.
The clock stares at me.
" Why do you laugh and stare?"
The clock looks at me in the eyes and replies
" Nothing is fair."
I guess i could trust time,
But for now, I'm lost in rhyme.