tick tock,* goes the clock, ticking away the time
Until school ends, and I can be free
Until I can stop acting and be me
Until I can go outside and climb a tree
tick tock, goes the clock, and with every second
I fight back another tear
I ignore everything I hear
I feel my eyes begin to blear
tick tock, goes the clock, but I’m starting to break,
And instead of crying I grin
And I restrain the emotions within
And I just manage to hold it in…
I'm actually not like this at all, I wrote this poem a long while ago and I'm using it for my poetry project, my panache is going to be something about everything not being as it seems, idk I'll make it work :D
This is poem 1 of 40 that I've never posted but I'll post sometime when I feel like it.