I hate roller coasters.
Their bumps loops and drops.
I go on them to fit in,
buy I always want to stop.
My friends are scared.
They scream and need comfort.
I pretend to be fine,
because they need help not me.
My hearts just quietly thumping.
I ***** every time.
But still I must ride.
I smile and say it’s normal.
But it’s not I feel horrible.
They make me sick and nauseous.
But still I ride them.
Because I can’t be the one to disappoint.
So I’ll keep pretending I’m fine.
But deep inside,
I hate roller coasters.
I never want to ride them.
But I do for my friends.
Because theirs no other option,
I can’t be the wimp.
So I’ll just smile and then cry.
I hate roller coasters.
Please don’t make me ride.