Time Piece
I have a time piece that I wear.
Other people may be aware of it,
But they cannot see it,
And I feel it on my wrist,
Around my neck,
And in my head.
It ticks incessantly.
That’s why I can’t be alone,
Why I can’t handle the quiet.
It’s at its loudest when there are no other sounds to drown it out.
It’s been particularly loud lately.
I think someone’s been messing with the gears.
I love hanging out with my friends,
But sometimes I get the feeling that I’m living
What I’ll miss in a few years.
I want to hold onto these friendships,
But who knows how strong my grips really are.
If they choose to forget me I’ll respect that,
But I don’t know if the memories alone will go far.
I have a time piece.
I think I got it when I was twelve.
I’d take it off if I knew how to,
But now its imprint has left some scars.