I can't always be happy.
It's sad. My emotions are like
A rollercoster.
When it goes down,
I'm never backing up.
The machine doesn't start anymore.
It never did.
They only did push me,
To the extreme for me to fall
In a never place of wheels
Then it goes on and on and on
Until somebody gets bored
And join another that is better of this one.
And yeah, that it is.
A rollercoster without any fun or joy
To be around with.
Called my name on it
;)
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poesíawords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
