Leal poetess

Why doesn't it stop? The endless spinning. Sometimes I can't keep from falling to the floor.
How can I ever escape this sickness? I'm never well enough to sing, and sometimes I'm just so weak.
I can't stop my driving. Strapped in the left side, slamming out 90 and its never fast enough.
Sometimes God, I don't know why you put me here, in a world where I'll never belong.
I feel so lost sometimes, looking out my window and shivering as the destruction brushes past my soul.
They say I'm strong and yet I feel so fragile. Like a feather, free falling in the wind.
All I can do is hold on to you, there's nothing in this world for me except what you love.