• tick tock goes the clock
    its the sound i hear
    every second of my life
    just sitting there
    i know its there
    aware i hide in fear
    the middle of a dark room
    clenching my teeth
    seething in neverending
    frustration
    it hurts to bear this agony
    yes imaginary
    but real
    all too real
    i feel its mocking stare
    a mocking glare
    breathing hard
    chest heaving
    i close my eyes but i still feel it
    just sitting
    just watching
    just waiting
    i cant control it
    i cant leave it
    i whip around
    and come face to face
    with the mocking bird
    perched in its place
    its joyful face
    of mocking glee
    looking down
    laughing at me
    the answer to this neverending
    seething frustration
    in determination
    to end it
    i grab the clock and smash it to pieces
    it lays frayed and torn
    but...

    it still glares and lauphs
    ive been a fool
    a useless tool
    i cast a glance and now i see
    theres room full of mocking birds
    surrounding me