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
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