Time Tries To Befriend Me

I stare at the calendar, knowing that the day is near.

The sadness on the inside will outweigh the fear,

And the coat of yellow paint I put on my exterior

Will succumb to a darkness far superior.

I tick with the clock, counting down only zeros.

The cracks in my skin do not make me a hero.

I worry that the sadness inside will bleed through

And paint your roaring suffering pale and untrue.

But time tries to befriend me, and I just let it.

We all pay off our dues in scars or in debit.

My worst mistakes precede me like an omen

Until all of my bad days get interwoven.

-Jackie