On the Inside

I’m screaming On the inside Panicked Holding my breath On this kiddy mousey ride Entertaining my unwillingness To be In the eyes of many Other than dull Still as stone And Living in my own head I’m on this speedy roofless train Dying silently My legs Barely reaching the floor My corpse Sliding My neck near touching my steel cylinder seatbelt My toes pressed to the floor My hands gripped tight I will get tossed off And not live To regret my decision By Marckincia Jean