This is my life
So why am I in the passenger's seat?
A mere spectator in the scheme of things
While you take the wheel
Normally I wouldn't complain
I used to like where you take me
But you always didn't go far enough
Never took that extra step
Is that just to tease me
So you can enjoy seeing me suffer?
Or are you really
Trying to tell me something?
Something I don't quite understand yet
I don't like failure but do I have a choice?
Cause I see myself
Repeating the past
Like a tape on constant rewind
Forever I am in here
Spinning and swerving
Sliding and spiraling
Out of control
To that final step to the dead end
Till I crash and burn
And all my bottled feelings explode
My sad, pathetic,
Crazy, tortured self
Is killed off, this time
The author, Steph Yianakelis, is a 17 year old from Victoria, Australia who writes poetry in her spare time.