Queen of Insects...

The walls of this destination are so haunting.
Rejects of society all gather here.
It isn't a prison although it may as well be.
The skittering of insects along the floor.
Agonizing screams each with unique tones.
Banging heads against the door in hopes of release.
My voice is religion everyone adheres to.
Do you want to lick my shoe's heel?
I just might allow it.
Flickering fluorescent lights all along the corridor.
A long list of numbers with names no one cares about.
Except for me.
Of course, I care.
I'm a doctor.
Here to make you feel better.
Do as you're told so you won't get worse.
Don't resist my treatment.
This is for your own good.
Tell me your secrets so I can begin assessing.
Is this place where you hurt the most?

That bitch has got us lined up again.
Who's going to be her plaything tonight?
I hate myself for wanting to be the one.
I hate myself and want to kill myself!
My deteriorating mental state Is her doing.
What did she say?
"Feel better...?"
Money has erased my existence.
No birth certificate just number on a list.

I'm the one who you answer to.
Don't forget you're my responsibility.
Come to me like a moth to a flame.
This black widow is starving.
There's no one by that name.
I swear, so don't look into it.
I'm the queen of this hive.
Caring for insects everyone has no problem squishing...