Roller Coaster

Roller Coaster

My life moves, and I’m along for the ride.  A ride I don’t want to be on.

It has all the things I’m frightened of.  I want to get off.  I can’t though.  I’m stuck.  The buckle is holding me back from jumping out.

I can’t take it.  I am going to bust.  It’s not worth it.  I don’t care.  It’s going too fast. 

Why did I get pressured into this? This wasn’t the ride I wanted to go on.  This wasn’t the ride for me. They all knew it.  They looked at me, almost sadly, even when I persisted. I was stupid.

I want off.  I can’t take this.  I need to get off this ride. I don’t know what going to happen next.  I am out of my comfort zone.

One dip comes after the other, all downward.  Nothing is positive on this ride.  I shouldn’t have gotten on.

The ride is ending.  The constraint is lifted.  They look worried.  I give a fake smile.  Just like I always do.

I never wanted to be on this ride. My life.