Along for the Ride

Along for the Ride

I’m along for the ride
On your twisted Tilt-O-Whirl of angst,
Your creepy carousel I’ve feared.
You have no reasoning,
You have no compassion.
You’re so full of yourself,
Narcissistic,
Unrealistic.
You say you’re honest,
But I know you’re just scared and insecure.
So don’t call me immature,
Because I know I’m worthwhile
Even if you think I’m not.
You’re so robotic,
Such a sheep,
A follower.
I’m not one to bow down,
To follow meekly in your wake.
I am original,
Myself.
And you are afraid.