Another toughie

I sit here awaiting my final peril… they laughed and thought it would be funny.

Oh dreaded heat!

I look out the window and the colors go around spinning with the laughing ones on board.

This seat of cold metal is anything but cold.

I look across the room and see the torn pieces of my dress scattered all over.

Around me, I see the horror of the past and future.

These laughing, jubilant ones, oh how cruel… I'm not the first and I won't be the last.

I am __________________________.



So, what could this one be? It seems the last one may have been too tough, so I tossed up another one, a bit easier.