What Do They Call Her?

Is it the way she stares at you while you comb your hair,

Or the way she rushes you out of bed?

The way she can make you regret every decision you've made,

Even prove to you that you still care.

Is it the fact that she can run faster than the wind,

Or pace herself during the race?

Or the way she can show you ones true colors,

All in a matter of days.

Is it the way she has the power to initiate the old,

But at the same time, create new?

How she listens to our creator, the most high and mighty, and does exactly what he wants her to do.

Is it the way that she makes you worry and struggle,

Allowing your emotions to get you down?

But at the same time, she picks your head up and shows you why you should stick around.

Even though she can be negative, I will always value her!

Without this beauty, I'd be young forever.

There would be no memories to look back on, no tears to be shed.

There would be no past, present, or future, so without her? Life is dead!

She is the epitome of hope, giving us peace when we don't deserve it.

When we act like we're better than the world, when if reality, we're nothing;

We are nothing compared to her brutish, compassionate, spiteful, yet teaching ways.

Her name? Her name is time, and til' this day, she has always remained the same.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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