All I Am

All I am is a punching bag
I am invisible to them
As I do is lag
Of me they do condemn
I am a self-parrot
Caught up in their insulting snare
I am the prey-the ferret
My cries I do blare
At myself I do claw
Though my self-confidence is bare
My fate I cannot draw
Entwine me in your words if you dare
Trapped in the darkness’s lair
Chained up in this wicked affair