A Frail Lifestyle Choice

 
I was born,  
a screaming ball of bastardized-joy.  
Bloody and covered in my mother's juice.   
My mouth, my eyes, my nose trickling with pain  
and the morning news.   
Days and days of reading, learning, moving, ageing,  
becoming the cynic.  
Living, as if back in the womb, in a bubble you created  
full of serenity, like I was cuddled into fleshy, pink walls  
let me know  
I was made  
to serve you.