N - Niightmare

Cute little chick.
Looking like a stick.
So innocently pathetic.
But feeling so sick.
You want to help her?
She won't care.
Her emotions will flare.
She'll give you a glare.
Tell her you care.
Do you really dare?
Her mind is her fear.
She can't get it in gear.
Withdrawn look.
Despising the cook.
The food she took
wouldn't feed a rook.
Wanting to die.
She's too empty to cry.
Helpless mind.
Eyes so blind.
Suicide inside.
The rush the ride.
Years of taunt,
Her face so gaunt.
Crying out for help.
Too weak to yelp.
Time will tell.
If I survive this hell.
Gaining a few pound.
I amaze I astound.

Am I out of control?

Yes - I'm in my deep hole.