My head is a broken merry go round.
Someone tied me to one of the plastic horses with peeling paint and I'm not getting free.
It keeps going faster and faster and I keep screaming and crying for help but when people climb on to try to stop it they fall and hurt themselves on broken poles and horses with their heads hit off.
Seeing and hearing the same thing on repeat is tiring.
Others say their head's are rollercoasters, they're in constant motion and only sometimes loop back but it's always going forwards.
It's fast and consistent and terrifying and amazing.
They're strapped safely to their seats.
But I go around with ropeburn on my wrists and I'm still too self centered to look up and see the others on merry go rounds.
The ones with tape over their mouths riding their broken glass horses away from the people who broke them.
The ones with merry go rounds that stopped moving long ago.
Cutting their wrists while trying to cut their ropes.
The ones who's music is the screams of the past.
The ones who are forced to stay on theirs because the one they love put them there.
The ones on a rollercoaster with broken straps.
The ones who are begging to be let off
