Rollar coaster ride

A poem Written a few years ago when my family and I were going through some tough times.

Dismissed. Humiliated. Hurt.
Thats what you are-
                              Aparrently.
Milking it dry to which I embody irk.

Creeping through my sadness,
Arrives the slithering repent-
for this we were not meant.

Passive? Ha! dont make me laugh,
like a hyena bounding down an unimpressive past.

Arrogance or charm?
                                Of which i can't decide-
Life is like that sickening rollar coaster ride.

Up and over and upside down,
turning around.
Sudden jerk brings you back down-
                                                      To the ground.

Oh shit.
We're going round.