The Roundabout

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