Squirm(inside the mind of the broken)

      
     
     
     
        their waste basket seems to be one's psyche;      
        as if they(the mean spirited) get off on your discomfortability;      
 your squirm gives them something to smile, laugh, and talk about;      
testing to see how big your "balls"(or heart) are/is by "squeezing" till one's dizzy;      
     
     
     
     
     
       you don't want to be there, but have to;      
they want to see you upset, bare and humiliated;      
it's  as if it really turns them on to see you so off and gone;      
as you day dream of a better world that isn't coming for you....      
     
     
     
     
     
     
it's like you're "prison bait" as they bask in your shame....      
you standing out, and feeling out of place is the game;      
you can't eat and sleep without them  breathing up and down your spine;      
you have nothing to offer but your "worthless time"      
     
     
     
the up close and personal affection that you need is but a fairy tale that hardly comes to life....
all in the name of this corporate society....