Emotional roller coasters aren't nearly as fun
As the real ones.
The up’s and downs are more a sideways thing,
Lurching from one mood to another,
Churning your stomach in a similar fashion
As a regular roller coaster.
And the ride is a lot longer,
So the hard pit in your stomach lingers.
You wake up with it,
Walk around with it.
It follows you like some annoying yapping dog
Biting at your heels
That you would like to stomp out of existence,
But it retreats just out of range
Until you let your guard down.
You realize somebody else arranged
This bizarre twilight zone carny ride
And you have little control
Over how long it’s going to last.
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