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.
Copyright © Christina Scott | Year Posted 2008
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