Dear Time,

You cruel, manipulative being,

I despise you and your power,

Every day, every hour, every second, I dread you more.

 

You sit back and watch your handywork,

Making consequences out of my actions,

Making me grow and others wither.

 

Faster and faster the world turns before my eyes,

It makes me dizzy,

I beg of you to slow down.

 

I desperately hold on to the past,

While I perseverate on the future,

I pull myself back and forth, never in the present.

 

I want you to speed up,

I want to grow up immediately,

But I cannot abandon the life I have always had.

 

Childhood was a dream,

And I am seconds away from awaking to adulthood,

Will the life I awaken to be a nightmare?

 

Any spare second that you may have,

Please pass them along to me,

So I may stay a child just a moment longer.

 

Sincrearly,

Melissa, from a moment already passed