Despondency

It watches me,
waiting for its moment to strike.
It wants to be with me
as I smother my friends in paint.
Tick, tock
My watch lays on my wrist, silently watching me.
Tick, tock
My watch takes out its scroll, and rolls it out.
It takes a deep breath
and says to me “It’s 3 o’clock."
Tick, tock
It cries as I take it off,
leaving it in my bag to chase after my friends.
Tick, tock
It yells after me,
“Excuse me! You are not allowed to disrespect me like that!”
But it watches me,
all alone,
leaving me to hear those familiar sounds.
Tick, tock.