Silence and tears
are words used to describe
how I feel.
Well, I've got many fears, my
only escape is ****
I feel like I was
thrown in a roller coaster
with blindfolds on my eyes
this big scary coaster,
coaster called life.
There are ups and downs
as everybody knows
but sometimes,
I don't know, I feel afloat.
I lose my bearing,
I can't tell if I'm happy or sad,
good or bad.
this or that
or maybe it's a merry-go-round
that's not so merry
where life goes round
in a seemingly very
unsettling way
I know where it goes from here,
right down that road
I can predict this, like
an opera that's soap
Only there's no one at my fair,
it's just me. All the others' fairs are,
filled to the brim.
Yet one person
waits eagerly at the stands,
one horse lies in wait
that person is me,
while the popcorn goes stale
This lonely child in tears,
echoed laughter from far hears
over the fence, in the
neighbours' fair
are her way less lonely peers
All she has to herself
are thoughts,
and memories that
bounce of these very walls
Letting herself overthink,
she puts down her lollipop
remembers how by the swings,
she and just four
had the time of their lives.
But one by one
they began exiting
to go and play on other people's
swings
And suddenly my fair is empty again,,
rid of animals and friends
nobody still visits the zoo, I wonder,
was it my fault, or is it you?
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
Silence and tears
are words used to describe
how I feel.
Well, I've got many fears, my
only escape is ****
I feel like I was
thrown in a roller coaster
with blindfolds on my eyes
this big scary coaster,
coaster called life.
There are ups and downs
as everybody knows
but sometimes,
I don't know, I feel afloat.
I lose my bearing,
I can't tell if I'm happy or sad,
good or bad.
this or that
or maybe it's a merry-go-round
that's not so merry
where life goes round
in a seemingly very
unsettling way
I know where it goes from here,
right down that road
I can predict this, like
an opera that's soap
Only there's no one at my fair,
it's just me. All the others' fairs are,
filled to the brim.
Yet one person
waits eagerly at the stands,
one horse lies in wait
that person is me,
while the popcorn goes stale
This lonely child in tears,
echoed laughter from far hears
over the fence, in the
neighbours' fair
are her way less lonely peers
All she has to herself
are thoughts,
and memories that
bounce of these very walls
Letting herself overthink,
she puts down her lollipop
remembers how by the swings,
she and just four
had the time of their lives.
But one by one
they began exiting
to go and play on other people's
swings
And suddenly my fair is empty again,,
rid of animals and friends
nobody still visits the zoo, I wonder,
was it my fault, or is it you?
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