The Roundabout Poem by Jennifer Birchall

I'm on it again this roundabout
This one is no fun
I step on carefully so not to slip
Holding on for dear life

Its fast this roundabout
It makes you dizzy, sick
I don't want to be here again
Although used to it now or so I should be

Round and round it spins you
Faster and faster a whirlwind
I'm stuck in the middle unable to escape

I don't want anyone here with me
Why would I? It's no fun
But they are, at the edge
Pushing if needed or gently slowing me down

Sometimes through the blur I can see them
They haven't a care, they laugh, smile and chat
They are still there though giving me what I need

I've been here a few times now
I should be used to it, I still feel sick and dizzy
I put my foot on the ground
it hurts me but I want it to slow down

Sometimes I laugh, pretending
I don't want anyone to know this face, this scared face
Inside dizzy and sick, please let me off

I'm overwhelmed by this feeling, this nightmare
I'm angry, why me again?
The tears fall silently, I don't want anyone to see
Through the fast moving pace my arm like iron I slowly wipe them

so I'm here again for how long I'm not sure
I'm waiting for it to stop so I can get off
This roundabout is no fun