I've Lost the Clock to my Conscience

"You're disgusting, pull yourself together.
You look pathetic with those tears in your eyes.
Curse under your breath, but you know,
This is the advice that will win you the prize."

'Shut up. I know. It has to be perfect.
Give me a hand, I'm running out of time.'
"You're a mess and look at your hair,
Wearing clothes like that should be a crime."

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock is running fast.
Time's almost up now.

"You're just going to be a disappointment.
Disguise yourself under that heavy mask."
The days are counting down, it's almost there,
What he will think I'm afraid to ask..."

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Shut up. Please shut up.
"The whiskey burns, doesn't it?"

"Go ahead, indulge yourself in the guilt."
The pounding is getting louder.
The foot steps are getting closer.
Maniacal laughing, it cuts to the bone.

"You've never been much, here's your chance."
The words pierce your warm, porcelain skin.
"He never loved you, you were just another face."
'You're wrong. This is a heart I know I can win...'

-Jenna Elphick
March 28, 2008

[The conscience is represented with " and the girl is represented by '. If this was confusing, it was about a girl arguing with her conscience because she is not good enough for the one she loves and time to change is running out.]