I'm constantly looking at clocks, because its story is like mine. They expect a lot, and their only responsibility is to read me. People meet me, get to know me and what I'm like. People don't try and I tolerate it, even though it makes me want to die. People don't know clocks in their design, and so they become pretty pointless.
Those that stick around get to know my needs, but seemingly aren't concerned til I'm on empty. It's easy to see as clocks can't lie. They can't tell the time anymore and it irritates them, there's no purpose to me. A person puts in the energy, and I'm okay again. They gain these rights to neglect me and again I tolerate til I can't pretend anymore.
You don't actually need to be stupid in order to ignore a clock, and that sends me into despair. You can't keep your eye on me an eternity, but I only become a necessity to you in your time of need. The only problem is that sometimes they don't notice I died inside when the signs are right there.
© Sincerely, ♡ - May 2023
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