Clock..

Each second that 

I had spent for you,

torments me today.

What I had considered 

valuable before is a mere trinket of time,

the second hand of the clock fell taunting me to have played second fiddle to you.

I had squandered my time for you,

I had squandered my seconds for you.

Yes,

it's high time to do poetic justice for me,

remoulding my personality 

to perfection.

Perspiring to prove my mettle to the world.