The Ladder

I'm so glad I escaped.
That ladder of bodies
Only way to the top it seems
Is to stab another,
and use their corpse to climb.

I was used once.
Took him under my wing,
Tried to help him climb like me -
Without hurting anybody,
But he couldn't do it, obviously.

I got stabbed in the back
Then he stepped on my social corpse
And began to climb
Now he looks 'down' upon me.

I look at him with contempt now.
He pretends all is well.
Makes his stupid jokes
Calls me "Em"...
Makes my skin crawl...

I haven't forgiven him.
Now I see him slide down,
The ladder he climbed.
Though part of me feels sorry
another says "Serves you right"

I'm so glad I escaped...