Filled up with empty words, Torn down by broken promises. Joy, elation, ecstasy, Sorrow, anger, disappointment. Up and down, up and down, Back and forth, back and forth. I am not a toy, This is not a rollercoaster ride. There is no ice cream, no sunshine, It rains, it pours, it thunders, Loud and disruptive and destructive. I reject it. I will find my own sunshine. I will build my own joy ride.