This is the first time I ever opened my eyes
The floods flushed away all my cries.
Lying comfy in this warm bed chamber.
My life, so far, is tied to this loving member.
Sometimes I hear singing, other times laughing
When something pokes me, I come back kicking
Some may not like it, but I truly do
I feel secure and I get full attention too.
My belly stays full.  In my mind, not a care
Just snug up here, curled in this lair.
My arms are very weak, but getting stronger.
My legs are very short, but getting longer.
I am beginning to hear sounds, some I remember
One voice in particular I hear over and over.

Dang... What is this?  I really can't decipher.
Something big is grabbing me, turned me in my chamber.
I'm too weak to fight and too weak to struggle
Point blank, I'm losing ground in this massive tussle.
I do not know what is really going on.
My feet is feeling cold and is straight gone
Out of my chamber.  Next was my body and arms
Leaving only my head.  Then it turned me around in harm
And without caution.  I'm in sheik and utter terror
As a humongous needle pierced the back of my member.
Hot pain hit me hard, Aah!  My neck!
My whole body shivered.  What the heck!
This needle jammed through my neck to my head.
Then the suction began.  I cried and bled.
Pain overwhelms me, making my gums rattle
Wanting to beg for life, all I could do was babble.
I'm shaking, this pain is unbearable
All I want to do is to just scream in terror
What did I do wrong?  Was I bad?  If so, I'm sorry.
After the quick procedure, I was dead.  End of story.
The doctor tossed my deceased body in a garbage can.
While my 17 year old mom was chewing gum and she laughed.
... I was her third

It's human nature to emulate surroundings
And it's hard to separate yourself
From those around you
Emotions are contagious
And like minds act alike

Stand in a group of happy people,
And you'll find yourself smiling.
Stand in a group of excited people,
And find yourself inspired.
Stand in a group of kind people,
And you'll become more empathetic.
Stand in a group of hungry people,
And you'll find something to eat.
Stand in a group of depressed people,
And find yourself in sorrow.
Stand in a group of angry people,
And feel your adrenaline rise.

Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'

So if you attract manipulators,
Maybe it’s because you lie a lot.
So if you attract unfaithful people,
Maybe it’s because you're a quitter.
So if you attract abusers,
Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain.
So if you attract indecisive people,
Maybe it’s because you're a follower.
So if you attract those that steal,
Maybe it’s because you turn the other way.
So if you attract those of low standards,
Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation.
Most likely you'll remain in the group

That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'

She is tired of fighting, sick and tired of changes
Weary of the battles, the struggles and the challenges
She left so much, just to possess so little
Limping from holding on at every single angle
Faith came from the fight, now it is night
And she is exhausted, despite having a dim light
Holding on to her little faith for so very long
Clutching it tight, even singing it a song
Her faith cries out, her little faith screams out
Still young but giving everything out in a shout
But she is without concerned. Her pain is stronger
Holding on to her faith seems to make the pain linger
...So, she rocks her faith to sleep

She wants the pain to be numbed with aspirin
Knowing that there's no cure, but a brief separation
Like a bad toothache, she desires Novocain
Anything to relieve her from life's constant pain.
She now became apathetic. Her fire flickered out.
Unfulfilled promises and failed expectations about
How things will be better, how good life will be
But instead she is faced with constant trials and misery.
Wanting something so bad, but cannot get it.
Desiring a change, but it fails to manifest.
So the best thing to do when your heart is sore
From not getting what you want is not to want it anymore
...So, she rocks her faith to sleep

Suppressed her desires into the bed of her unconscious
Covering sheets of darkness over something so precious.
Her faith: covered in darkness, now out of sight.
Then she turned off all hope when she turned off the light.
Allowing her fears to surround her precious faith
That is under the sheet of darkness that resembles lace
Because she lived a life of promises, chasing a dream
But it was so troublesome that she wanted to scream.
Now walking in utter darkness, no hope or ambitions
Just one with her carnal desires and temptations.
Her faith, teary eyed and whimpering, at last closed its eye
And she closed the door of her heart, leaving it inside
And in there is where her faith still slumber
While she lives without a dream, failing to persevere.
Thought that life would be better, but instead
Is living a life similar to being brain dead
...Since, she rocked her faith to sleep

I was just walking around and spotted a golden ladder.
People walking past it, a swarm of people are under it
Yelling up at people, cheering loud when anyone falls down
Some fall and are slightly bruised, some aren't so lucky
Some charge right back up while others walk away sobbing.
As I walked closer, this ladder seems wider at the bottom
And narrows the higher it gets towards the top.
Using binoculars, I saw people climbing up and down it.
I even see some climbers kicking others down
As they climb and take their place like a rat race.
Racing up fast to get a bite of the cheese.
Some are taking their time, others are dashing.
The crowd underneath are cheering for those to fall
I walked closer, a few people looked scared
Desiring to be successful, but fearful to fall
So they never try, they become one with the crowd
The scornful, the haters, and the ones whom fallen.
So I touched the bar, instantly the boos began
Telling me that I am worthless, I will never succeed.
I touched the next bar, feeling hands on my feet
Feeling jealousy and envy by others under me.
I've just started this journey, I climbed higher
Trying to grab the arms of those that are falling.
The top of the ladder is so high that I can't see it
But I know that it's there, there has to be a ceiling.
And what's beyond the ceiling, who really knows?
I hear rumors of prestige, riches, luxury,
Honor, power, but is it really a myth?
As I climb, the crowd throws rocks at the climbers
Helping them to lose their grips and fall off.
The more I climb, the more callous is on my palms
My arms growing sorer, feet sweaty,
Head dizzy, fears increasing, scared to fall
Second guessing the desire to climb this ladder
But at the end, is it really worth it?
Climbing up the ladder of success.