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P.S. My Life is a Roller Coaster


P.S. My Life is a Roller coaster

Step in line and wait your turn
so you can experience what it's like to be me:

Feeling beautiful one day,
and ugly the next.
Having a lot of confidence,
and then destroying it with your own words and voice.
Never getting through a day without feeling insecure,
about the way you talk, feel, dress, laugh...
Always afraid of being honest,
because lies prevent pain.
Are you still waiting in line?

I can't promise that this line leads to safety.
I can't promise that you won't fall.
I can't promise that this feeling will end.
 I can't promise that everything will be alright.
I can't promise that a friend will hold your hand the whole way...

My life is a roller coaster.
Twist and Turns with friendships,
sudden drops when I'm not ready to fall...

I'm holding on for my life,
Literally.

-Belle Rose

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