Inescapability

It is my fate to be misunderstood,
To be bound to the leg of my desk,
For none can know what I rue,
Except you.

Tall and pale in the night of horrors,
Pull back my sleeves and show my scars,
My tales of sobbing are true,
Get a clue, sweetheart.

There's very little definition in my face,
For all the good I try to do,
I'd run away in disgrace,
But I'm getting my paycheck on Friday,
And I don't want to be late.

My depression is like the drone,
Of bagpipes,
In my life,
Life goes up and down,
But always that drone,
Always alone,
With my frown.