unhinged

Tick tock tick tock,

the first half of the day goes by 

with my emotions unhinged.

As the hour hand makes a 360-degree turn,

and the clock strikes midnight,

when I’m left in my room all alone,

my thoughts take a 180-degree turn,

suddenly, I am eager to flip through my insecurities,

like a photo book and,

I go over each one with care,

waiting patiently to find the one that breaks me.

Finally, at 3 am, I landed on the perfect one and,

I allow my tears to drench my pillow.

After what feels like hours, my eyes dry out and 

my running mind slowly comes to a halt.

I don’t dare to look at the time

And squeeze my eyes shut to put myself to sleep,

too afraid to see the sun peeking through the window blinds

declaring ‘tis time to rise.