Mockery by Nikki P (United States)

What is time but an illusion?
Perhaps an entity made to mock me. 
One day I wish for it to hurry;
Another I wish it to slow down forever--
A constant source of worry
For the three assignments I have due at midnight,
Or the fear of any time being the last minute I have.
What pain isn’t related to the humble clock?
​What tragedy isn’t related to timing?

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We allow the entity to mock us,
Without which there would be no birthdays;
No holidays and no celebration.
It sees us cry and it sees us smile;
It takes joy in making us suffer.
But also when it brings us happiness,
It’s the illusion of the world
Made to mock us until it’s all over.