Lost in memories, I don't remember anyone now. I feel I'm the odd one out. I remember the people around me, but not the memories I created. I don't think I created any. The people around me made me feel overwhelmed. I feel I'm not the person who belongs here. Every day I forget everything, but those scars make me feel the pain again. I know I'm a loser. Maybe one day I'll become the winner of being a loser. The day goes on, but I'm still stuck in my past. I think I should leave them behind, but this Ferris wheel brings me here again. I go up and down, again and again, yet I remain trapped in this loop. I can't get off. I see the heights of my success, but every fall steals a piece of my peace. The motion makes me sick, forcing old feelings back out. I wish I could step off this Ferris wheel and walk away from this amusement called life.