The Ladder

I’m climbing a never ending ladder

But the higher I go, the harder I fall

It doesn’t matter if I can see the end

Because whenever I’m almost there

You gently push me back

Then wave and smile and tell me

How lovely it is to be you

To have everything you want

And everything you need

And how you’re so so sorry

It must suck to be me

You never hold your hand out

You never throw a rope

Just watch and pretend to be sympathetic

I’m just some freaking joke

You complain because I climb too slow

Watch as the splinters cut my hands

When I go faster you shrug and fold your arms

Because you need to see more effort

Before you’ll lend a helping hand

When I stop to take a breath

You say I must keep moving

When I fall you just look down at me

And shake your head my way

Then you go back to loving you

Because I just don’t matter
I’m just not good enough

It doesn’t matter how hard I try

I’m trying to climb life’s ladder

But no matter what I do

I’ll never reach the top

Without a little help from you

Author's Note

Okay... comments & criticism welcome, but don't ask me to change anything in this one (unless its a typo). I wrote it all in one angry spew and this is just how it came out. But I feel a little better now that I'm done :D

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

I have always believe that when a person writes in a true emotional way - be it angry, sad, or happy, the writing always turns out truthful and beatiful even though there would show some grammatical error. But I doubt it will contain some error because it's from your heart.

I sensed pure emotions through your writing. Very well written.

[JENY]

Fine…..
Heart rending words and their arrangements….
Every reader can read this enough empathy…
Because…we are familiar with such states of mind….
Only you could put it into words…..

[SK Woodiwiss]

You know, it reminds me of when Christ called the Pharisees "son's of vipers." He was angry with the religious rulers of the day for making the way to God too complicated and too full of rules and regulations. The working class and the poor could not maintain their rigorous dictates. Then they preached that because they were rich then they were blessed by God. It seems even in this day, looking up only amounts to something awful in the face and relying on man fruitless and disappointing.
You've done great work here. When you are ready for another "angry spew" keep a pen handy.

[C.J.G.]

Wonderful!! I am in love with this metaphor. It is absolutely perfect.

[mnisha]

its straight from the heart... beautiful...

[ashley]

This is a perfect poem! I love this! I know the feeling well. No matter how hard we try, it's never quite enough, and there's always those people born with silver spoons that look down and pitty us for not doing as well as them. Ugh, I can feel the frustration. Great job!

[mcg03002]

Wonderful poem. I feel the frustration.

[Jessica Mai]

Awesome! Everything about this the great. The words are so true and touching and I love the metaphor of the ladder. The structure of the poem which reflects the ladder (I think) has such a good affect and each line seems to represent another struggling step that you climb. Very clever!

[MissWordSmith]

very nice. liked the last line. it felt full of acceptance. like, okay i know i won't reach the top, and i'm asking for your help, so don't make me ask again!
a very interesting write! really unique !

[Doreen]

Nice rant. Very angry and true to the heart. I felt every bit of emotion in this. I wouldn't ask you to change a thing.

[jeff hackworth]

i feel alot of emotion in this poem