Every second to Every year

Every second goes by fast
 Is a dead hand of the past 
   
     Every minute ticks
     I'm just a lady with a personality of a brick
   
     Every hour my soul reacts to the poison of words
   As the night drops I hide to express as birds 
 
     Every day is a page
     My emotions turn into a rage
   
     Every week I feel weak 
     All I'm offering is a little bleak
   
     Every month is chapter
     I can't open up I feel as a captor
   
     Every year is a novel
     What I show is grovel
   
     I have a past looking for a future
     I live in the present a lady not a creature.