Lab Rat

Lab Rat I feel like a lab rat Property of this or that Choices no longer mine to make What’s the point to life for goodness sake? A pill for your troubles and a pat on the back Compassion for others is what they really lack All the pricking, poking and a prodding Has got my spirit just a rotting All the sitting and a waiting Has got my spirit debating A place where they are so cold to the touch A place where your spirit doesn’t mean much A place where they are rude and their prices are high The very thought of them just makes me want to sigh Why do I allow them to use me so? Is it my fear that makes me sink so low? Maybe it is the pain I am in That makes me come to this place again They never make it any better for me Everyone is their little experiment you see With each patient that comes through They learn a little more but it doesn’t help you And although you know yourself better then your host Your opinions they seem to hate the most Apparently now we make our own selves sick Its our thoughts or our habits, take your pick Antibiotics withheld for the sake of defense Yet dropping our guard just doesn’t seem to make any sense With what do we use to fight these ugly beasts While in your blood it sits and it feasts Making you weaker by the day Because they don’t want to help you in any way Narcotics and poisons their only method of choice And there you sit drugged…silent without a voice Refuse them and you will see They’ll label you incompetent and won’t ever set you free They want you alive but don’t care if you are living They want to watch until your spirit stops its giving Once you expire it means nothing to them You’re a lab rat swept away by the doctors on a whim.