A poem

My life is like a rollercoaster,
I myself am not in control,
Going round and like my emotions,
But the heart is in the middle,
The air that i breath is being taken
My life is a small riddle,
By the many that get mistaken,
If you care please save them,
Before the candles begin fading,
Lemons are bitter and sweets have taste,
It seems that i am a human suffer,
Behind the curtains in the gutter,
The sun towers the waters like a dubble decker,
But no one can take what i have away....