Tic-Toc

Tic Toc, tic toc…
Blood ready to boil
As I Watch the clock.
A couple more minutes
I might just go off.
I try patiently waiting
With fear and anticipation
Of what’s happened to you
Of the worst situation
I get so worried
And I fear the worst
Pacing the floor
I’m Going back and forth
Don’t you understand
It’s not anger, its love.
It’s because I really care
That I worry this much.