Spinning Out of Control

The streetlights blur into a broken style,
Into something I have never seen.
The wind made me deaf as it carried me,
Spinning me,
Throwing me,
Into a frenzy.
This life is hard,
Though it seems easy,
And to forget,
Is to relive the past horrors
And mistakes.
People don’t see a broken girl,
Nor a broken soul
Or broken heart.
People see what they want to believe in,
Even when it’s a fake imitation.
It’s a reason why I’m spinning,
Spinning and twirling,
Out of control,
Of this one life I have,
With no one to save,
And no one to save me.