"On the wall" Please read/ C/C my poem?

On our kitchen wall,

she lies to us - 12 minutes fast,

and it took weeks to realise -

numb and useless as we are in the morning,

drunk as we are at night.

I no longer trust her, she

ruled herself, chose to confuse

and I think she used us

I'm sure she's using us

for her own private game.

Things take time,

Good things come to those who wait,

Time waits for no-one

Time heals all wounds -

This time I'm onto her.

Because I know it's her fault,

while she's in the future in our kitchen,

she has frozen time in my mind;

taken the minutes from me and

locked you up there

- taken the batteries out.

She is everywhere at once, so

how can I beat her

when she bleats time?

she's locking the past and keeping it,

eating at my present

sleeping with my future.