Everywhere I go

My head is spining around and around like a carousel that is out of control.

I can't get a good look at anything because the world is whirling by too fast.

I need to say so many things, but I just can't find the way to say them.

I am just so tired of being...tired of all this.

I keep being confronted by rather worthy suitors,

with the kidest words I've heard in a long while.

And all I can do is blush, and tell them

"Not now. Not yet."

Because I refuse to make them pay for the sins of others.