broken clock

I say the wrong words at the wrong time.

I waste hours pitying myself for walking on a thread with blindfolds over my eyes.
I let the minutes pass by with a cloud of daydreams swirling inside my mind.
I let tears fall for seconds that seem to last an eternity.
I waste time letting darts of anger and bitterness pierce through me.

It is always I.
That's why I am so broken.