Rollercoaster

Just like any rollercoaster ride, my years started with a slow rise of excitement.

The adrenaline rush can only cause me to laugh and smile. everthing felt just right. 

Once you reach the top, I would look out to everything that was happening, 

paying attention to the many things that could destroy my happiness.

And before I start going down, I would try to prepare myself for the breathtaking,

unbelieve, stomach turning experience that I had gotten myself into. 

Sometimes, I wouldn't even want to take that ride. I would be forced. And I can 

only prepare myself so much the not back out. 

And just like any rollercoaster, I had deal with the many was people would go left 

instead of a right, down instead of up. 

Round and round, making me feel mixed emotions and confused. 

What should I do? Do I cry? Or cover it all up with a smile. 

You can't make decisions when you strap yourself in and take off.

Your last decision was made when you sat down and buckled up. 

And Just when you decide to embrace the feeling of being on the ride,

it comes to an end. 

Smile doll! The rides over. 

AND just like any rollercoaster ride, you have to ride another one.

Let's see what this new ride will bring this year.

This poem is about: 
Me

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