Tick

I am scared to talk about it
I am aware my timing is different
My sixty second minute lasts hours
And my hours fly by in a second

So now they want to open me up
To examine the cogs and rivets
Study and discover the inner workings
Why my arms point in another direction

Their magnifying glass looms
Their screwdriving words echo
Their warm touches intimate
Their helpfulness waltzing 

I am scared to let them
I fear they’ll figure it out
And they’ll not be able to
put me back together again

I am scared
I am scared
But I will let them
This time
I am scared