She is Free

I can Be She.
         Drip, Drip, Drip.
I hear the tears splash as She cries.
         Tick, Tick, Tick.
I hear the clock and time pass.
         Drip, Drip, Drip.
She cries as others laugh at her, and I watch.
         Tick, Tick, Tick.
Her clock continues to pass and time goes faster.
         Drip, Drip, Drip.
I look down and see tears, tears that She cried because they laughed.
         Tick, Tick, Tick.
I turn around and there is my clock and time pass, the time She spent crying over other’s laughter.
         Silence, which is all I hear. No laughter, no dripping, and no ticking. I hear silence and I smile. Because now I can Be She.